home

home for me being a
broken nostalgia without the
strength of definition, a dwelling.
i dwell without strength
in reason. my reason seems
to drive into strange springs and
tears away from that. from home.
from fear of familiarity. chasing me
away from what I've always known
but have never wanted to acknowledge,
a fear which has broken me into
glass tearing. i stare.
i'll stare.
i'll always stare, into that crystal
ball, and it seems like
crystals always led me to you
and you have always been home
to me.

Pocketed Exhuberance

you're actually shy.
i didn't think you were, but,you're shy.
it's almost magnetic, our chemistry,
(I feel an atomic bond with you which
is stronger than I ever imagined)
are you surprised at that? I
felt as scripted as you
did. I had expectations and mot
ivations for every thing said between us. I
had solemn lies and shattered veins follow
ing my every word. I never meant to hide
the truth from you, but with you, you....I....
expected perfection.We were best friends.
You know that. I was your coveted sky.
You told me.

So what the hell was all that pain about?

newsflash

newsflash, it won't make you happy
it won't make you smile, it will drown
you in your misery 'till your heart can
no longer stomach the pain that you're
putting him through, and you think you're
magical, don't you, you think you're
so wise, let him cry-let him cry- he
hurt me, so I'll hurt him, you don't know
sh!t about hurt, you don't know the
first thing about pain, you don't know the
first thing about being lonely with millions
of people around you, and you sit there
with the nerve to hurt somebody who loved
you, who loved you, who loved you,
against the wishes of...
who do you think you are, and why aren't you
getting it through your skull? newsflash, no
one will ever love you. newsflash, no
one will ever love you, your heart is cold,
no one will ever love you, and tearing him
apart won't fix your broken pieces,
and tearing him apart won't mend your cracked
spirit, and tearing him apart is as foolish as you
are, how dare you not show that you ever
loved him, how dare you, newsflash, you're
not even just a bad person, newsflash, you're the worst
type of person, you're the type of person
who insights ugly poetry and black hearts,
you're the type of person who doesn't value love
when they have it, and then doesn't let it go once they don't
anymore, you're the type of person to allow two
people to suffer out of your own selfishness, you're
not even cruel, cruel is too good for you,
newsflash you're worse than a murderer, you're
ripping out his organs while he's alive, you're
selfish, selfish, selfish, and the pain that hurts, the pain that
makes me feel like the devil, is that i can't wait for you
to be a headline. i can't wait. i can't wait for you to
be a headline. in the worst way possible. oh that it may
happen. it would be the only good news on the
front page of the washington post.