I am not beautiful Nature

I am not a gentle breeze on a sun-kissed face,
I am not water-color sunsets nor autumn's harvest moon,

but the rush of darkness that creeps upon the
corner of your eyes after you've drunk too much.

The naked tree limbs & ugly birds that hang on them.
I am a broken window in December and tattered shoes

at the end of February because they have come this far is
astounding, so its hard to imagine wearing anything different.

My skin dances with the shadows under my eye-lids, & mixes
with the light at the corner of my rouge lips. I smile even when

I am weary of people, who wants to make me normal.
Perfect paradoxes & poignant moments are profound

& I apologize for my awkward sadness but not for the storm
that beats in my ribcage. You may get see the flash of lightening

but never will you be close enough to hear the echoing thunder.

AAarrrggghhhhh!!!

I remember,

The summer you stood me up,

for our first date. I will never let you live it down,

but know of the dog-tiredness that crept up past forenoon

made the alarm clock sleep through you.

Must have tied you down to the bed like a pillow to a dream.

I remember being too much like a kite without a string to really mind 

the breeze that carried me to my favorite coffee shop.

A Sunday afternoon

I remember, feeling stupid as a half an hour goes by and I

am waiting on the train to find the time to break the 

daydream. 

finally are you are awake

finally you remember that I am sitting next to you

on the bench in the rain after we feel asleep, and woke up

old Ladies. 

Aphex Twin IZ US

decanting a bottle of wine

                                                      (writing drunk poems)

Misery loves company?

Well my misery dont need any
more company, tonight. 
Not when I have a room filled
with stained-glass wine bottles
that likes to round their full lips of 
seduction and whisper,
'There wont be anymore grief tonight baby
I promise, just reach the bottom.'

Which are bolded Lies, I wasn’t able 
to figure out, until much too late. 
Already too close to the edge to begin
I start to scramble to be -lips to lips-
To fall inside the womanly shaped bottle,
to circle lazy butterfly strokes and swam
in the chaotic point at her center.

I am a maelstrom with two arms to stir me 
careless, because I am only half a star.
Half a moon, tonight.
If misery is for company
than Merlot is for the Nightowls,
Even if we do ended up with a taste of bitter 
grapes bubbling like a cauldron in our stomachs.

Even if I do put my clenched hand
through green window pane when I remember 
grief lies, as I swam alone in the empty glass
looking for an
e s c a p e. 
Or my other star because I am becoming
delirious at how bloody fists
metaphorically looks a lot like bleeding hearts.

theory of sinners

Alcohol and sexual desires are peoples favorite poison.

-unknown

If I could be any part of you, I'd be your tears. To be conceived in your heart, born in your eyes, live on your cheeks, and die on your lips.