all both of you.

it's only one hundred and fifty six billionths of a second more
it's only perception of time with those for whom i care
and i can think of no one i'd more
like to be there
then you two
whittling away that fraction of a moment
all smiles and laughs
all the love i have.

toady

you should have invested heavily in caligraphy
then the wiping would have nicely erased the deed
sand and a sword and the beastly seed
of man's unraised hand shielding eyes
from epiphany
for everything ends and begins instantly
to wait for a moment is waiting eternally
a gasp of the air that escaped you bitterly
to not be afraid to live infinitely.

he'd take your hand.

he doesn't deserve to know you
not after all he's put you through
and still his heart gets in the way
as it thinks it knows what's best
how to keep smiles around
and salvage what is left
and he'd follow
given any chance
to make amends
(though he doesn't know how he can)

off the bridge.

couldn't explain whats wrong with me
no matter the effort put in
because words do not describe this feeling
this sleepless sickness
these unflowering orchids
chewed up all the poison
and is thinking of dreaming
without any screaming
or eyes full of hating
or wrongs to filet him
stupid as he is
stupid as he is
for being this person.

disingeniousmonstrositiesofallthesethingshesdonetohe

all the right wrongs to never be done
all the ears ringing to bleed out the mouth
staples still stinging, the heathen has sung
finds just enough minutes to be here again
theres something it'd wish for
if only it knew
the docile
imbecile
buckshot in his toe
a moment
this moment
before it all goes
wasted on rotten
and all there is in
these seconds that beating
his heart half to death
wakes something forgotten
just like it'd said
live long
or prosper
or be you again.