Dreaming of Poetry

I thought you were the one.
Me and you.
One + one makes one.
But I was never good and math
and the number multiplied.

And still I fell deep...into slumber,
but we could not sleep.
Our insominiac hearts kept us up
going beep beep....beep beep.

Revive my soul with your kisses.
Hold my hand or you'll miss this.
See it burning bright in the sky?
So hot, too hot to follow
Short lived and now hollow.

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SUFFER QUIETLY

Forget I can't say what I want to say
b/c were not together in that way.
I can't help but feel the way some kill
And this seems so real.

This idea of love is strong.
So complete
The possibilities infinite in its desire...
for more.
More of your self, your soul and
More of your heart

Eating away at us like corroding acid,
I flashback to pass trips,
Where the conversation dipped.
And I could have sworn we slipped.
Slipped into truth that was hot like a boling pot.

Bathing in lust until our skin became rust
Like the tin man, if I only had a brain,
Cause now our love is pain,
once fulfulling, forever forsaken.

a place of rest

a place of rest
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Photo by Evan Wilder and post coming soon. As soon as I am sober. I am drunk from the bullshite that I drank down like merlot.