Goodbye
(3x3x3)
Sweat falls down
No evaporation, but
No room inside.
She could go,
Make room together
Hide the screaming
But still cold
Is she forever,
Waiting for explosions.
Forgiveness
Transcend my love
That pusses out in the wild heat
But I am suspended
In a still sleep among breeze.
The water is gone, with
A lemon in its glass
Caught in the spill.
No food
No sleep
No time
Forgotten.
Forced Duality
(3x2x5)
My head shows me things
Some from the devil himself
Others as signs from heaven.
I'm a restrained, angry prophet
For no clear, tangible reason.
My only freedom is words.
Dichotomy Poems...
Richie
Our beautiful lies
Shot through with
A plane ticket
And empty "I love yous"
He screams rationality
While I fill our
Conversations with tears.
Why, Richie, why?
Our love was just a blip of time to you
At least based on my assumptions.
Why, Richie, why?
You are the only true love I have ever known
You had me at your stare
Cigarettes
Coffee
Mental Hospitals
But it must have been too little
To give you the strength
To face distance and time.
Why, Richie, why?
I love you vulnerably
No half-baked games
Or walls to stay safe.
You have my heart
But that must not be enough.
Why, Richie, why?
Richard
You live home safe
Yet I provide you refuge
But bombs left you
Rearranged and calloused.
Your next chapter seizes you
With dollar signs and supposed respect
It is time to go, Richard.
Our dances filled me with moments of love
Ones that I will always cherish
Through time.
Sticky fumblings in the back seats of cars
And sleepless nights
But we lost our capacity for memories.
It is time to go, Richard.
One by one is magic
But one will become eighteen
Look at those devils, webcam and half-apologetic
Conversations. They will only prolong the misery
Of a truth I already face.
It is time to go, Richard.
What we had
Will forever grip my heart.
But to continue
Is to suffer every moment.
This halt is far less painful
Than forced strings between us.
It is time to go, Richard.
Kitty (Richie with opposite nouns)
Our beautiful truths
Shot through with
A train ticket
And empty "I love mes"
She screams emotion
While he fills our
Silence with smiles.
Why, Kitty, why?
Our hate was just a span of space to me
At least based on my observations.
Why, Kitty, why?
I am the only true hate you have ever not met
I had you at my distracted eye
Gum
Tea
Mental homes.
But no one must have been too large
To give me the weakness
To face presence and space.
Why, Kitty, why?
You hate me confidently
No half-baked reality
Or openings to stay in danger.
I have your head
But this must be barren.
Why, Kitty, why?
Favorite quote if the day: "The bird sings with its fingers."
More to come...
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