A Haiku

I cannot decide
if you are good or bad news.
So choose one okay?

Mental

When I'm feeling pathetic I talk in a british accent.

(Read previous statement in a british accent).

A Comfort To Know

I love how the snow makes the night so much brighter
reflecting off the moon.
With each glistening flake, they light up the sky
that covers a world so cold and dry
yet so beautiful.
It's as if the moon and the snow are working together
to shed a little light on your gloomy situation
where your thoughts run through your head
and your worries take over;
they got your back.
They remind you that it's okay
and that you don't need to worry,
for a brighter day is just hours away.
But for now
They're doing the best they can.

The Stranger I Never Knew

Deeper into the night
We talk about our lives, where we came from
And as we grow tired and wary
Our limbs begin to entwine.
Our legs,
Our hands,
Fingertips,
Lips,
Souls.
And by the morning you become the stranger I never knew.

Recite and Repeat

I have to grab the flab on my body to remind myself it's hibernation season,
To remind myself to sleep for as long as possible,
To avoid contact until warmer seasons.
These hands are cold from bearing the burden of desire;
This scar is a result of such.

I learn nothing.

I keep making the same mistake again and continue to grab the same skin,
Hoping it will get better in warmer seasons.

The Fire Inside

There's a fire inside I can't keep burning no more.

My breath has grown heavy, my lungs have grown sore.

Behind a closed wall it burns brightly, yet still

My soul cannot share it; within it must fill.

The Song Does Not Exist

The song does not exist.
I've looked for it everywhere, searched every lyric,
every note,
every message it delivered.
It was a sign that you were once existant in flesh, and now all you could give was this song, a sign of symbolic comfort.
And as suddenly as it came, it also disappeared.
Because I have searched and cried and have grown flustered and lost,
For this song does not exist.
And I wish it did.
I wish I could have it forever, hold it close to my heart, etch it into the center of every beat.
Maybe it is no longer relevant,
Or maybe it's more than that.  Maybe I pushed it away,
Grew out of my naive nature and became a person who you never knew, and never want to meet.
Maybe I have self deprived myself of the one thing that kept me grounded.

The song does not exist,
Because the girl you knew doesn't exist either.

That song belongs to her.

My Blogger In Crime

"Maybe... you'll fall in love with me all over again."
"Hell," I said, "I love you enough right now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?"
"Yes. I want to ruin you."
"Good," I said. "That's what I want too."

~Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms

Sporting last night's make-up and faded stare, I'm here to inspire, but not to care.