Loathe not
What you can
Leave behind.

Defy that little demon, whispering
You will not succeed —
Say out loud what you desire,
Then fight
To make it real.

Turn up the music —
Tune out the world.

Don't burn me
For yesterday's opinion
When I have
So much more damning things
To say today.

Experiencing time
As an endless stream
Of fleeting moments,
Why is it
We measure past
By counting years?

Mental drawers
Overflowing with
Discomfort wear —
Truth like suits
Bought to impress,
But no longer
In fashion.

For better or worse —
You've got the latter
Down to an art,
But where is the love?
Will it ever
Get better,
Or is this
All there is
Until death do us part?

Desire like an open flame
Consuming all it touches —
Unfathomable longing,
Burn me down
So I may
Live again.

Whenever there is
An obvious answer,
There are probably
Better ones.

Consciously we drink
World blood
From the poisoned well —
Too thirsty
Not to risk
The sickness.

Shhh…
Don't tell —
Show me
What you feel
So I may learn
Where best
To touch.

Beyond this point
Advance with
Caution and restraint.
You are leaving
The predefined paths
To safety.
Watch your step,
Ahead chaos reigns.

Old habits
Never die —
They but step back
To watch
The new ones fail.

Yes, I sinned —
We both did,
And had a great time
Doing it.
So, tell me, love,
For I cannot comprehend
Your reasoning.
Why the guilt trip?

Silence woke her from her reverie,
Faster than any city sound could —
Aware the harsh reality she fled
Knew only calm before
All hell broke loose.

Sob stories,
Narrated with a smile.
Do not let life
Bring you down —
Even if it kills you.

Self-worth,
Once slightly bruised
May feel worthless
Like cracked China —
Functional, yet never
Quite the same.

Thoughts expressed
Are rarely
Naked.

Could there be
A more useless emotion
Than shame?