The girl I love
has eyes that dance
to the swaying of clouds.
The girl I love
sees the world through
a glass kaleidoscope.
The girl I love has a smile that glows
with the light of the moon.
The girl I love
swims through the ocean
that resides in my head.
The girl I love
has a face of change
in a dark lit world.
The girl I love
brings my heart to a level
of happiness I've never felt.

The girl I love
loves me

I find that when
I'm covered in soap,
my mind wonders the most.

.   .   .   .

Racing down my face
is a streak of blood,
a betrayal of my body,
it longs to feel air
because it's jealous of my skin.

.   .   .   .

He hands me a cigarette,
a gesture of friendship
which I respectfully decline
because time can heal wounds,
but it takes more than
a few seconds of silence
to rekindle a friendship.

.   .   .   .

The wind clings
the blood to my face
a reminder of your betrayal
and I wish it would go away
but It can't, can it?

.   .   .   .

And the soap washes the
red off my face, down the drain
shaping my aspirations of flying away.

She said "okay."
a blistering hit
like a baseball bat
swung at my face,
slowly engulfing it,
leaving nothing but blood & splinters.
And as the icy words
left her lips,
she had frozen the flame
I built for her,
for us,
and stomped the ice,
crushing it, and
leaving it to melt
into the dirt and
Vanish.
And she turned away,
leaving me to trace her path
till I could trace it no more.

Words may not be objects,
you may not be able to
hold words in your hand,
but they weigh a lot more
than you and I

See me through these
colored lines.
I am man.
I am heathen.
My roar arises from
the dirt,
and brings trembling men
to their knees.
I am iron.
The raw stench of
creation at my fingers.
I am sore.
I am wasted.
My thought expels from
the earth,
and forces broken men
to their knees.
I am life. This world of yours is too
large for me.
I am strong.
I am guided.
My light shines over
the roof,
and brings weak men
to their knees.
I am

Lines are just lines
until you give those lines
meaning.
Give those lines
meaning, and you give
those lines life.
Lines with life tell
stories of worlds
within worlds and
dreams only obtained
in our youth.
Lines are a gateway
to the depths of our
brain.
Lines let your heart
breathe sweet air.
Lines will dream and
dream until the dream is
done and all is
well.
Lines are life, if
you let lines live.