When patterns repeat, year after year,  
And threaten you at your most pivotal hour.
It feels like a checkmate.

Low are the crickets of Delphi
With their chirping rays of sunset,
Like Phaethon to photon destructs
Into the fiery ruts of chariot wheels,
Or two eagles flying opposed on stringed vicissitudes,
A bird-yarning of sky from the omphalos stone,
The fulcrum of sung misery, a fishing net thrown,
As the half-bird and half-ion in siren’s undertones
Lure in subatomic orbs of ghostly parabolic swerve,
Into this blued Corinthian evening, self-vibrato,
Rocking like an empty boat from the dock rope,
Or an empty heart, unmoved by its own beating.

I wonder what I'm doing awake at 3 am

Am I just tired of the secrets smothering me in my sleep?
Am I avoiding the dreams where you sneak in and we pretend it's ok?
Or is it the thoughts of what could be that keep me tossing and turning on my bed?

I think I just need to get some sleep

I'm no pearl
only a pebble
hidden under
the sand of time
unknown
to be discovered
by none-
yet I don't complain
or moan-
what I am
happily I accept
being just alone
a tiny stone-

the rose
has my pity
it blows
and loses
its beauty
when the sun
loses its glow
and admirers
are gone

a pebble I am
free to the bone
my life
as in
a perfect cone
abiding
consistent
unchanging
with nothing
to atone.

You gave me a list
A million reasons to leave
But the only reason I stayed
Was you

Your reflection is forming.
Guilt that stays behind the paned glass.
Gasp for air that was never yours.
For we share the same. Yet you take it all.
Let us rot and wither until the true one is left.

i did it.
being done means a lot.
so why does it never feel finished?

it comes when there is no time to write
and you're inches away from spilling your
sanity out on a sidewalk in the park

elevating to the moon you whisper
quiet nothings into your own bare shoulders

it comes when there's no time to think
and when the skies begin to look interchangeable

greys upon greys and sunset knitted together
and the cold dawns upon uncovered skin

it comes when there is no time to breathe

"Open door!" yells he,
"Outta way, need a wee!"
After piddle,
Timeless riddle,
"What's for tea?"
"Can't chat!' says she,
"Need a wee!"
So you and me,
Aging bladders for you,
"Where's the loo?"
Anywhere you go,
Wait, soon you'll know!

I crave the hues of your eyes
in every painted evening sky;
the brushstrokes of the setting sun
recall my flushed cheeks:
your smile to adorn—
and in every landscape I seek
the roads still cheekily lead me back
to your street.

While I still can
Before I become nothing more
Than a dusty,old box full of tools
On the empty work bench
In the way
Not to be used anymore
But too soon to be given away
I have to hurry
While I still have things to do

Slippery, as a fish.
You were born to the sea,
and breathe only by moving.

The scarecrow's
straw blows
away to nearby
watching crows,
wishing to ravish
all the corn.
Smart little evil
birds,
watch with
intention
and step up quietly
to peck out his eyes.

in the eye strawberry
beside the wooden fence
between wildflowers
I ate it alone
skin fragrant lips
and four seasons
favorite your color
They kissed in the darkness
of the day
to record the future of pleasure
sneaky.

White paper folded in
the shape of a house,
next to an egg
in the sunlight,
casting a long shadow,
on a pastel green
plastic table top.

Glimpses of Tommorow plague my mind
Visions of yesterday paralyze my body
Reels of the past week weigh a ton
A false promise is destroying what I am
What I could be
I feel Azraels eyes on me
My future means nothing to him
But neither does my past
I wish I could say the same
A false promise is destroying what I am
What I could be
The false promise of tomorrow
One of the biggest curses upon my soul
The curse of sloth

I don't think you realize
I don't think you care
I might've died
all because of you

You tore me up
and watched me bleed
you wanted it on your terms
and you couldn't care less
if you saw the way I cried

You have no sympathy
for the way you hurt me
"It's fine," you told me
ignoring the scars of your touch

I wish I could forget
and let go of all of it
but the memory haunts me
like a ghost that can't let go

You wanted control
and you have it now
at the cost
of all of me

There is no logic in your madness, there is no logic in your sadness you don't gain a single thing from misery take it from me.

Emaciated creatures
pace their pens
Erasable features
begin and end

locked in hand
locked by key
Just demand
Dreamless sea

The miasma shrieks
An impulse creeps
Floorboards creak
to disturb your sleep

Now rest well
Empty, undefined
heaven or hell
you decide

Bajo mis manos crece, dulce, todas las noches. Tu vientre manso, suave,
infinito. Bajo mis manos que pasan y repasan midiéndolo, besándolo;
bajo mis ojos que lo quedan viendo toda la noche.
Me doy cuenta de que tus pechos crecen también, llenos de ti,
redondos y cayendo. Tú tienes algo. Ríes, miras distinto,
lejos.
Mi hijo te está haciendo más dulce, te hace frágil.
Suenas como la pata de la paloma al quebrarse.
Guardadora, te amparo contra todos los fantasmas; te abrazo para que
madures en paz.

This isn't a poem but i just wanted to announce that I'll be trying new things soo heads up, a lot of different stuff just trying to see what i good at. Just tell me if there's anything i could improve on, okay?

It would be better
If I were dead
Bullet in my head
Forever goodbye
So I can satisfy
The need for my own bloodshed
I’m already laying in my deathbed
What’s the point of dragging it on?
My minds been gone—
No fixing this mess
Carrying all this stress
Man am I the greatest
Parents are the strictest—
It would be better
If I were dead
Bullet in my head
Forever goodbye
So I can satisfy
The need for my own bloodshed

Good and bad
Light and darkness
Day and night
I've tried to be divine,
And I've run from evil,
Or so it seemed...

But the evil within me
Wouldn't leave;
I pray,
I repent,
I accept shame
as my cloak;
I shrivel the goodness
Unseen...

I split,
Disconnect;
Become a kaleidoscope
of regret.
Days lost
in a fruitless
quest__

Isn't it easier
to just
Embrace the evil within me?!

Do not rewrite the past.
No hand can erase
what time has carved
in wounded skin.

Let your oldest notebook
inscribe the first line
of a new tale —
written in fresh tears
and the sweat
of becoming
a future still unfolding.

do you know the language?
can you read the words

of the waves bending into the rocks?
do you see the sentences

setting the clouds aflame?
how are you arranged

to receive such things?
are you too heavily armored?

are you a broken stringed kite
too wild with the wind?

whatever burden or lightness claims you
the color of wonder surrounds

do not be afraid to reach out
and touch it

Qué hicisteis vosotros, gidistas
intelectualistas, rilkistas,
misterizantes, falsos brujos
existenciales, amapolas
surrealistas encendidas
en una tumba, europeizados
cadáveres de la moda,
pálidas lombrices del queso
capitalista, qué hicisteis
ante el reinado de la angustia,
frente a este oscuro ser humano,
a esta pateada compostura,
a esta cabeza sumergida
en el estiércol, a esta esencia
de ásperas vidas pisoteadas?

No hicisteis nada sino la fuga:
vendisteis hacinado detritus,
buscasteis cabellos celestes,
plantas cobardes, uñas rotas,
«belleza pura», «sortilegio»,
obras de pobres asustados
para evadir los ojos, para
enmarañar las delicadas
pupilas, para subsistir
con el plato de restos sucios
que os arrojaron los señores,
sin ver la piedra en agonía,
sin defender, sin conquistar,
más ciegos que las coronas
del cementerio, cuando cae
la lluvia sobre las inmóviles
flores podridas de las tumbas.

Once it had slipped past midnight,
I haven't even noticed as I fell asleep
As I haven't noticed all your deceits.
The faces, cries and stupid lies,
The many ways you weren't mine.

My dream took me out again
To a place with a dry sun
Where music had no need for rhyme
And laughing was a paradigm.

One single look of miscontempt,
The shy disaster layed by thread;
I didn't get, I was confused
That you had stayed back with the moon.

There was perfection in your eyes,
A car which drove right through your heart,
And even if you prayed the Lord,
Yesterday was heaven, now you're bored.

I love the Lord

So you know how sometimes when you start to give up on humanity
someone wonderful happens?
Like when you just walking somewhere and a stranger says that they like your outfit
Or someone that you've never before smiles and waves
And you think that maybe
People aren't so bad?

My idea of a successful life
Is to be that person
As many times as I can