Collar Bone

In Elementary school,
I had a crush on a girl for 3 years.
She left one day
And never came back.
I never said a word to her.
Because I am very careful
At how I choose my words.

I see her again, !
And she tells me that
She's sure that I don't remember her.

But I remember clear.
That ponytail that lingered,
On the side of her collar born

Lie or Half Truth

The lie, predictable and comforting,
Only survives because everyone believes in it.
If enough people stop believing it,
It crumbles,
Revealing the terror & despair of the truth.
So by pretending to believe it,
You help others maintain their safe illusion.

Insanity is not about a right or wrong side, but about choosing which side of the lie you want to stand on. That is, of course, if you are lucky enough to even have that choice.

Your Voice.. All day Long

I could here your voice all day long.
Waves, Aqueous... Unruffled...
Caressing the trench.

If only voices can be kissed,
I'd kiss your voice Aeon.
As I hear the inner voice of our kiss,
My skull splits,
Brain hits the ground.

Waves, Endlessly Choppy.
Turbulent... Tempestuous.
Our spectators Gasping in awe,
The greatest art of all time.

Of the miracle that we are.
Our rustic smell of dirt,
Salty sea bed.
In every corner of our realm,
I admire the calm desolate.

The three A.M's
Made me stare at you.
The black pacific stray of light.
Tremulous Silver grey seabed.
The dim green tint, you'd just show me.

The beautiful thing about us,
Dark or light, eyes open or shut.
We are still who we are.

Its not magic.
There's nothing under the bed.