Spring

When the weatherman announces a
tornado watch and trees start moving in
semi-circles, nearly fragile in your eyes,
When locked in a room for hours,
no windows, only chairs, calculators
and deep fried bananas,
The next best thing besides
Dying alone at the strike of summer,
Is seeing you again, because it has been
Way too long

I'm done writing

Poetry

Listening to your voice
cutting all edges of doubt
What have you done to me,
why would you hurt me again?

Pictures,
the only thing to rely on
when it comes to remembering
The Man who changed a life(time)

Keep doing what you do
make people fall for your art
that’s you occupation.
Take care though

Time Capsule

The simple melody of a piano
Brings back old days, (old nights)
It is sort of absurd, to think about the past
And wish to go back in time.

The Cold And Unexpected

Does the way the wind blows trees in semi-circles have anything to do with medications you take five times a day, trying to make you crazy, or is it just winter?

Your Smell

Seeing pictures of you
Always makes me wonder
Why smells, just like feelings,
Cannot be captured in small pieces of paper

Stupidity

Even if I were the greatest lawyer
Or the most amazing debater alive-
I still wouldn’t be able to justify
Appreciating the wrong person

Just another love song

So you wake up in the morning and realize that she's not around.
And you go to the bathroom to brush your teeth and see only one toothbrush.
Then you walk down the stairs and see the empty chair she used to sit on,
The orange juice she used to drink,
The beers you've celebrated with whenever your favorite team won a game.
And she's gone,
Like a bird moving from one place to another, chasing the unknown.
She could never stay at the same place for more than a year.
You dress up,
The clean shirt she ironed for you, your cologne that she liked so much,
The pants you bought together the day you were honored,
It isn't easy to forget her.
She really knew you.
She even told you she wanted you to join her. You should have listened to her.
You should have told her that you loved her. Now it's too late. She's gone

Supply And Demand

A slight friction
Between the known and unknown.
The known, when is gone, no longer exists.
The unknown, when is never in mind, separates.
A body touches an object, winds blow you away.
Nothing changes but no longer stays the same.
Kept love, after a year and a half.
A slight friction, a gap, a barrier,
Between who you, what you stand for.
Zero gravity.
Endless thoughts of communication.
There is nothing left to say, nothing left to lose.

Separation

Just another person
Just another day
Unjust situations, all at the same day.
Just another thought
Just another kiss
Unjust separation, it's time to say goodbye.
Just another minute
A critical minute for you;
Just another day without you