Soon you will be dead
You must know this, boy
I am sure of it
After all, you are killing yourself
Your skin is the match on which your flame is lit
WAKE UP boy
You are not a dream
But you have turned into my nightmare
Your shadow may stretch far enough to hold me
But my callused teeth can tear and tear
With violent love
Brandishing bloody kisses
I am not a flower to treasure
Though you choose me as another unattainable goal
It is yourself up to whom you cannot measure
You wish to believe you do not matter
Well then, at your command, oh selfish one
You may have me, but of sympathy, you have none.
The Apology Contract
Here is my formal apology, to all whom it may concern.
I apologize for my gratefulness.
I apologize for my humility.
I apologize for my responsibility.
I apologize for my efforts.
I apologize for my empathy, and also for my love.
It seems that these crimes I have committed have displeased you.
I am truly sorry for any joy I have caused you, and am deeply ashamed of my achievements.
From your actions towards me, i can only infer that a change of behaviour is needed, and I will gladly submit to this.
Starting now, I will ensure that those around me feel useless and invisible, as you all so wish to take my place.
Starting now, I will relish in each and every victory or inherent virtue, sparing no time for your own.
Starting now, I will do everything in my power to be unreliable and to leave you overwhelmed with helplessness.
Starting now, I will dedicate no more than half of my energy and passion towards anything.
Starting now, I will reveal no intimate emotions and give no comfort.
I hope that these guidelines will provide you with a better example of perfection.
However, if you remain unsatisfied, please be aware that you have exceeded my number of interchangeable personalities, and I suggest you find a new subject.
Thank you, and once again, my sincerest apologies.
I love Mondays
And I love Fridays
Because they are both days of the week
And a week is on its way to being a month
And once that month is over, it turns its aspirations towards a year
A few years will go by and soon enough it will become a decade
Then a century that I will not be here to finish
These centuries will add and multiply until nothing I have known will be more than a ghost of its existence
When I look at my small corner of the world, I see it as it will be
An incorporeal whisper
Drifting farther and farther away, the more graves are lovingly dug
I see every day as Monday:
Hours and hours in which my tiny world has a chance to grow closer to the unimaginable size of everything I will not see
Monday is amazing
Our Shared Body
When I frown, somewhere I am laughing.
And when I laugh, somewhere I am crying.
I am in good health when I am sick somewhere,
And for all my great fortunes I have received twice the amount of misfortune.
Because a blow to the head will hurt you as it will hurt me,
But each time injustice is inflicted on a living thing
We should all feel the pain and indignation.
Every criminal is my personal villain and the sorrows of my friends are the issues of a stranger.
I am you, if only by distant familial branches.
And the connections that weave beautiful and strong between us can be seen,
Though not with our eyes.
I feel your emotions toll through my body
As a bell grown from tissue and thoughts.
And I so wish you not to hurt me anymore
By waging war against yourself.
I must say you confuse me
I have never been so bewildered by a smile
You hide away your sanity and claim it is lost
While I am frozen, you dance in circles around me
So quickly that I can hardly see you
Though I feel your invisible eyes pierce my own
With incredible clarity
When you touch me, my skin aches
With the strange desire of my blood to merge with yours
I think I might be underwater
My mouth moves so slowly
And your feathers float in the fog around my head
Each move you make creates a current
That echoes through me
Whispering to me excitement and secret flames
Long after your ocean has drifted
And mine has melted into my heart