I can't remember when you left,
It seems you were always leaving,
into the night, behind feathered trees,
and when the rain hit you,
you pretended you didn't feel anything

"I don't want to talk about my dad," you'd say
That unholy narcissist left bruises on you,
that you hid from us all

I wish you'd said your mother was a villain ,
who tried to send you to heaven,
but only succeeded in making you bleed;
a memory that resurfaced,
as the devil's stigmata,
on your wrists

You're the girl in a coma,
and have been since I met you,
who fell in love with her doctor,
the day she almost died

Her am I wondering,
are you alive?
Or are you a ghost,
haunting Christ Church,
continuing to do the only thing
that made you happy

I'm sorry you're gone,
your phone ringing out,
your profile a tombstone

I wish I could go,
go to your home
and ring your doorbell
without the fear of being told,

The girl in a coma has left,
not behind the trees,
into the dark,
but to the place her mother tried to send her,
not long after she took her first breath

It's unjust of me
to expect people in my life
to match how I write them down
in poetry

I sit down in tweak town
To jot down a new noun,
A nice verb, a poetic sound,
But all that comes out
Is blah blahs, and doubt.
There’s not enough coffee,
To help satisfy me,
As long as I compare myself,
To everybody else.

So here in caffeine city,
The poetry is witty.
Every verse excites me.
Every line invites me,
To be better.
Speed is my muse,
As long as I let her.

A nicotine lozenge,
Four milligram a piece,
Helps me stay awake,
Until, I am allowed to sleep;
Helps me to stay alert,
Helps me write this verse,
But in the end
The zzzz will hit me worse.
I guess, I should have just gone to bed
Instead.

I used to always find myself lost in her gaze,
Like I would look at her and suddenly I knew my place.
Now I feel like I'm just lost in a daze,
As if my depression is forming a maze.

She would always just look up at me and chuckle,
Making my heart race and my knees almost buckle.
Now she just looks at me like I'm trouble,
Making my heart scream but I keep it muffled.

We would go places and she'd never let go of my hand,
Like she was saying "he's mine" without leaving a brand.
Now she got rid of our photos because us together is a thought she can't stand,
And she acts like I never existed which I just can't understand.

When we were together, she always whispered she loved me.
Now we're apart, and she only screams that she hates me...

At the quiet corner of the beach
Quaint waves come rushing
To embrace the shores
With desire deep within
Even the jagged rocks seem to melt
Such is the intensity
Love can persist forever
And deluge the toughest
Life is so rich
When love resides within

I sat next to a **** fox at the
bar
It was a stumble really--I didn't
see her and barely made it onto the
stool
But she scooted to the left and brushed
my right arm
I glanced and said,
"Hi."
She smiled and asked how I was doing.
I responded with,
"What are you drinking?"
She giggled and said she was sipping on
a *** and coke

I got the bartender's attention and told him,
"*** and coke"

He brought it back and sat it between
the two of us--
     I threw him six bucks.

She drained her drink and reached for the
*** and coke.
--I slipped in quicker and grabbed the glass;
gulped it

The fox looked confused

I smirked,
     stood up,
          and walked out.