Mihi ut Decoras Vobis

I want to be the best I can for you,
I want all your dreams to come true.
How can one accomplish this;
and give their fullest love certain bliss?

Lets search these waters high and low
amidst the darkest shadows that we sow,
For the perfection one can bring forward
-and the likes to which your heart preferred.

So we have come past all the romance;
made our silent vows, now step our dance,
Within that I wish to obstruct parts of me,
to give to you the best that we can be.

Time with flow unincidentally betwen us,
and now before too late I must confess,
That be all the strength within me now
-to the unspoken fantasies, do avow!

Filling Broken Tiles

*Warning: Rant*

Tiles that construe a madness of thought, provoking the tight jawed revolution that peers over distant edges to manipulate the deep process of impact dwelling like those preserved tin cans pushed feeble attempts on legless chairs – floating through a moral code that I am no part of. Who do you think you are? Aren’t we supposed to spend these wasteless hours daunting on those simple words and sounds that bring us at a strange tone together? Why are you still here, for the sake of what we are and to become in this yellowed reality, where photographs extract themselves from film that (BREAK)

never really existed. And as this is where we find ourselves today (when the tide creeps in through our open bedroom windows; the concept RAPES our coherent thought), we are left BLOODY, BRUISED, and quite thoroughly MISUSED…do they understand that we can never forget those singe-ing touches that come back to us every evening as hot tears fall relentlessly? Do they understand that pity is NOT what we ask for, as our mouths form no questions of that manner…And one day, we will be like a strong army, easelessly marching onward with teeth barred determination!

Creased in Painful Acts

Who in the fuck do you think you are?
Moping around throughout these days,
as if you had problems that hurt the heart-
But how is that so when there are no people,
no outward happenings, goings, comings
To provoke this sadness that dwells within?
How often do I want to smack those tears,
they fall without worthy from your prying eyes;
How often will I bite my lip, clench my jaw,
in belief that this is all an elaborate act?
Since when did you shrug around silently,
with a heavy weight upon your shoulders.
We are all just as torn as the person to our side,
we are all in the exact amount of pain – as humanity,
So where do you get off thinking you can go
To a far edge of this matter and weep?
I wrap my fists around themselves constantly,
begging my raging thoughts to calm right down,
But how can that happen with you before me?
-Your exaggerated features that etch deeper,
I want to tear them off quite vigorously…
But I stop myself because I know later,
at some strange point when you forget to ACT
(even if you don’t feel yourself doing so),
I love the blissful feeling of you inside of me.
Now, how will I be able to enjoy that…
When I’ve gone and dismembered you??

We are defined by our experiences, not our lack thereof.

Blindfolded Moments

I don’t really understand,
my mind works in teeters.
These ideas they bound-
like feral rabbits running;
The thoughts that pass,
Of wayward afternoons
Filled with dusted silence,
because we cannot speak.

Then there is the evening,
pressing primped people
To an unwavering tap.
So you lure me there,
I fall for senseless things-
taken aback by forth,
The opposite of Love
but all just the same.

A dreary head snaps,
eyes flood with a vision
That vastly resemebles-
the opening morning.
Arms fall, legs asleep
mind with vivid images,
Wordless conversations
are what get us through.

You Should Have Always Been My Friend, Not My Lover

It makes me sick to think about it.

We spent so many nights awake,
crying together about nonesense.
These were cautious emotional times
That coursed us into grave action.

We used to hold each other
As tight as we could ever handle.
Now I hold somebody else,
and you have slipped away.

We no longer talk for hours
Because there is no need for that.
Instead you call and hang elsewhere,
leaving me in the cruel dust.

We could confide in our heads,
Make love with our hurt hearts
And you throw all of this away,
as if it were just that simple.

We wasted months on whatever
This was that hovered between.
Unable to work out our differences,
we parted for all the better of us.

We cried, screamed and kicked,
Not exactly happy with The End,
but we are better now apart
Than we were ever before, as one.

We have made a better future,
from a charred up, scarred past.
So why can’t you and I find
the time to keep a friendship?

We could move mountains,
shine brightly upon the darkness.
We could be the best of mates,
if you would take this friendly gesture.

We could have everything we need
But you runaway rashly,
just like the Madman you are.
You are too blinded by yourself.

We now love separate souls,
and this does not hurt me at all.
I enjoy this life I live today,
and the fact that it is not you I kiss.

Still…

We should talk once again,
about nonsensical ideas and events.
But apparantly it hurts you too much,
to let go and just be my friend.

It makes me fucking sick, to think about all of this.