monday means
manically searching for something to occupy your mind
and it seems
you just can't seem to leave the past behind

tuesday is
tar and treason; poisoning your own body
and you can't forget what your father always says
don't give that heart to just anybody

wednesday holds
weddings and warzones; love gone faulty
just wait till the air gets cold,
and you'll sense the presence of all that is rotting

thursday brings
thirst for that which the deceitful showed you
and all those broken things
from which you had to choose

friday proclaims
freedom from that which you lost
no longer insane,
you now know the cost

saturday comes with
sadness and pain; thunder and rain
his love, a playful myth
his lust, that which you overcame.

sunday you are here
and no one else stands close enough
to sense your fear
no demons below, no angels above
but your head is clear
you are one with us all, you are whole and full
a week passed, a month went
years were lost, what was possible
has met it's end.

i don't watch the news,
i don't read the paper.
i am blissfully ignorant
of this world's demons and ghosts

i don't have much to lose
but i prefer to inhale the vapor
this is not innocence,
but make-believe, at most.

i don't want to know about your bombs and blood
i don't care about the airplanes crashing from above
viruses to wipe out millions,
your country's soldiers killing impeccant civilians.

there is too much love in my heart
for me to know this world
in truth, honesty, clarity,
it would simply tear me apart.
this empty chaos has unfurled
could we not be human without the austerity?

so keep it to yourself,
what you heard on the television today
i'd rather not be aware of this hell
we, ourselves, have made.

the sun came back today
but i'm still the same
i am rivers immutable,
my currents running south
for eons, no end

and the reeds thrive in my waters
and i feed into the sea
deep in my fluids you will not rot
for you are just as pure as me

you will never forget
the way i tugged at your feet
and how you sunk so deep into my sands
and no, i wont let
you feel this incomplete
reach for me, take my hands
i will never let you drown

the ocean ***** away at me
until i run dry
these waters don't flow alone
mixed with the creatures of the sea
my ingenue lost in the riptide
this disaster is my new home

so when you return to my banks
you will see nothing but the remains
of lilly-pads, withered reeds, the decomposing of leaves
but you still will never forget me

I'll try for myself, and this self only
For this one is dedicated solely to me.
With auburn hair ******* in a bun,
This angel knows not the sight of a gun
She once chewed the barrel, she was barely the age of three,
The taste of the metal and scratches on her teeth.
Overcast sky and the smell of rain
She has fled from the souls that drive her insane
With warm down blankets, she now sleeps alone
But she misses those lovers, she had barely known.
They used her and played her without a clue
Not a **** idea of all the good she could do
Because in a boy's eyes she is merely an object
But it's about time I get off this subject.

Belief in temptation, responsible fees
She had a subtle inclination that he would fall to his knees
Upon the sight of her, so full and so proud
A blessing to this world and the universe abound.
She listens with patience and unconditional care
She only picks flowers to put them in her hair.
She is delicately different, in all the right ways
But no one can see her in the light of day.
As it shows her true colors, all kindness and love
And these children in this town know nothing of the above.
You cannot see colors in the spectrum of light
Until you've lost it all, in the dead of the night.

What are we, if not wave crashing into wave
moments unfolding outward at the same time
choosing to break, and not bend
seeking obstacle instead of pathway*

There's a truth in the way we
seek answers in another's silence
in the way lovers part and collide
limbs and consciousness be ******

Divergent thoughts and myopic sight
products of our narrow minds
we destroy sanctuaries, and *****
monuments to our own insecurity

water and stone, flesh and bone
we crash together, unyielding
until one day we realize that
*little pieces of ourselves have washed away

read between the sloppy lines
of drunk texts and high poems
scrawled upon pages of telephone books
in black bold letters, black slippery ink

i remember the days when you were mine
loved the ***, loved the roses
all your side-long glances and pretty looks
but without you i have gotten better,
in deaths quick sands i no longer sink

i miss you, honey,
but we'll never love again
when pages turn and our story ends,
read between the lines of my drunk texts,
and you will find me.