Scene 100: The Door

Hearing knocks
along the path
of stolen walks
and painted baths
missing bells
of a new entrance
from tainted wells
with such entrance


In your long walks, don't miss the new opportunities, while you stare at the cracks in the sidewalk.

Scene 99: The Purple Heart

Wading through torrents of crowds
sifting through
pushing past and fighting
dodging bullets and ploys
and thinking ahead
striving to fight
striving to live
striving to find
and protect
what’s found
what’s lived
what’s fought
and fending off
knocking opponents and lures
forcing futures and defending
knocking through
marching through the lonely graves
only to be left with
a purple heart

Scene 98: The Touch

Walking into walls
Blind
Holding out hands
Senseless
A blissful curve
Breaks between two bowls
Finding security,
Stimulation
In calloused fingers
Of
Senses

Scene 97: After Start

Beneath the rotten skin
and flaking folicles
remains
the beating heart
singing sins
for it all
drains
the ending start

Scene 96: Less than Perfect

The obelisk stands
Perfect
Above the water
Its currents sweeping
Slowly swiping
Never stealing
Until
At last
Perfection
Erodes away

Scene 95: Crumble

With bated breath
such hated heaths
will come tumbling
to the
floor

Scene 94: Different

Biting through razor blades to get to the sweets
Fighting the senses to get to the meat
You crawl through the forest on your knees
Tearing up flesh and feelings of grease
Swelling with balloons and caterwauling queens
Bathing in Nazis for suffering your dreams

Scene 93: Careless

To let such sounds
dribble from your mouth
what were you thinking?
Sloppily spilling
those loaded glops
You must have thought
you might choke
if you didn’t spit it out
though did you
have to do it
without thinking?
Then again
I suppose you couldn’t
help
but let it slip
such things usually
just
happen

Scene 92: Up the Sleeves

Touching the glass hands
to the worn bands,
cuffs of such hollow eyes
and truthful lies
wrap around the twists
of invisible wrists

Scene 91: Silence Between Hands

The silence between hands
speaks for itself
among little, subtle moves
so smooth and elegant
hiding the still
silence studded lips



Words aren't always necessary.

We can communicate on much deeper levels, and we do.

Sometimes the words really have no meaning in meaning what you want.

But everything else does.

Scene 90: Artificial

Floating away in parades of blue,
Everything green, and happiness too
Molding together silhouette highs,
Plasticine red, and white frosted lies

Scene 89: Rembering to Forget; Forgetting to Remember

Remember how you spoke, over the miles
Your voice in mine
Syllables throbbing through the silence
Breaking with promises?

Remember how you walked, through the downpour
Your hand in mine
Pulses racing past the beat of the drops
Crashing to the ground?

Remember how you smiled, past the fatigue
Your arms in mine
Beats resting in the canyons of cotton
Sleeping off the life?

Remember how you stole, around all the defenses
Your body in mine
Bubbles bursting with stems and petals
Embalming the embrace?

Remember how we loved, under the doubt
Yours and mine
Quelling the questions in queue and lieu
Of pure physical wants?

Do you
Remember?
If you do,
Remind me

Scene 88: Underneath

Checkered reflections through the
see-through panes
Incessant, unending
past muscled gains
slip into a suit of
mustard stains
buried behind
the golden manes

Scene 87: Jump on the Light

Sitting on the beaten sidewalk
I watched
as the shots of lights beamed straight
heading forward
I reached
out my hand, then withdrew
and missed my chance
to jump on the light

Scene 86: Le Rendez-vous

Columns of choreographed quips on
Gems of jocular jest
Such laughter lauded fingers
Over silly fingered zests

Lines of lyrical lulls float on
Skims of silent silk
Such passion studded lips
On quiet linen quilts

Scene 85: The Grey

Whitewashed nightscapes so statuesque
Blackened bleach stains so arabesque
Splatter silk dreams so black and white
Swirled in stitched seams of flattened height

Scene 84: The Alley's Way

Can you hear the alleys rumble?
Crying with such sharp notes
Shattered mugs and tattered shreds
Of garbage and mangled coats,
Sunken eyes and stomachs grumbled

Scene 83: On Arms

A trickle of red
smiles across the river
Just another
jar
of angst


Today was Write Love On Her Arms Day

Reach out to someone.

And spread the word.

And love.

Scene 82: The Fruit

Let me take a bite
of your loving
so red and sweet
The fresh crisp
of your nectar
Let it drip down
my chin,
all of your sweet arsenic
Let me take a bite
of your loving
so bright and clean
into the core
full of arsenic
Let me take a bite
of your sweet
poison

Scene 81: The Pit

Lifting your ears up
You hear the sound of silence
Ringing with the rhythm
Of your pulse
Deafening

Raising your eyes skyward
You see the endless
Enveloping and entering
Your mind
Blinding

Lacing your fingers together
You feel the dark air
Smothering and swallowing
Your breath
Suffocating

Scene 80: In the Market

I went into the market, cart pushed between my fingers
Pushed through the stalls and found a can of pre-school
Dropped it with my box of birth
I took a sip of water
From my bottle of innocence as I grabbed a carton of cartoons
And early Saturday mornings

Going through the aisles, I found some fresh elementary
Spiced with some embarrassing playground secrets
Got a can of oily middle school
To go along with my soccer soup
I finished drinking my bottle, and looked for another
But they were out

I continued through the lanes, eyes tracing the shelves
Found a pouch of instant first love and stuffed it in my cart
Snug between bars of best friends and birthdays
There were free samples of betrayal: the latest emotion
I tried one, but it left a sour taste in my mouth
I tried washing it out with sodas of tears and anger

The rows seemed endless, decorated with so much color
Bottles of sports and cans of clubs
It was so hard to decide between them
But I came to the checkout stand, watch in hand
The price: 17 years, 10 months, 5 days, 9 hours and
382 seconds

I paid and went to the world

Scene 79: Rewrite the Stars

You see that Romeo?
Watch his shadow grow
Reflecting off the snow
You cannot know
Him yet

You see that Juliet?
Watch her silhouette
Oh I can just bet
You cannot let
Her go

Can you see their story?
Watch it be told
A tale so sorry
With an ending cold
An age old story
I’m sure you know
Could you take it from me?
And let it go?

You see that Montague?
Hear his song for you
Can’t you get a clue?
For his feelings true-
They’re set

You see that Capulet?
Hear her slow ballet
To the castanets
Taking careful steps-
Long for you

Can you see their story?
Hear it be sung
A tale of worry
Of love that is hung
A star-crossed story
Of feelings so true
Can you erase it for me?
So I can love you?

Scene 78: The Mockingbird

The mocking bird with no song
cannot sing, cannot be wrong
but the longing, oh so strong
feels the sting of lacking’s prong

Scene 77: On the Nature of Nightlife

Indecisive lights
Illuminating passion,
Lust, life, and escape




The night.

The time where we all thrive.

Forgetting the day and its troubles.

We hide in the shadows and sporadic flashes, using them for release.

Scene 76: Procrastinating

Breathing, thinking, seething, blinking
Panting, scrambling, ranting, rambling
Fumbling, mumbling, bumbling, stumbling,
Freaking, peaking, weakening, seeking,
Praying, graying, weighing, blaming
Done



It's awful. Why do we do it?

I have no clue. I just knew that if I didn't get my poem finished now, I wouldn't be able to spend the rest of the day working on a big paper due at midnight.

If you find a cure, please let me know.

Scene 75: Perils of Abundance

The syrupped sun
dripping in effusive sludge
like little pearls
layering across the breaths,
mouths,
hands,
and eyes
swallowing
with ebullient nectar so copious
It spills over
scattering
like a pearl necklace
ironing its sweet, sticky
grime
lowering into the nose,
tongues,
fingers,
and lips
of those so yearning,
grasping,
drowning

Scene 74: Out of Reach

Sitting on the sun, feet dangling in the stars
Looking down far, looking at one
Little pebble rolling, stumbling down a hill
Tumbling against its will, praying for something holy
Oh what can we do, but watch helplessly?
Sitting restlessly, oh what can we do?


Things are supposed to get worse before they get better.

Just have to remember.

And keep trying.


I need to reprioritize my life. It's kind of in a mess right now.

I apologize for this late poem, once more... It seems to be happening more frequently...

Only thing to do is to keep perservering.

Scene 73: The Torrent

I dove into the water, swimming with bubbles
I sank to the bottom, feet gripping the rubble
The water was warm, yet still I shivered
I tried to breathe in, but stale was the river
I couldn’t breathe underwater anymore
And so I stayed on the rocky floor
Watching my pruned hands slowly wither
The water started to burn, my spine started to quiver
Then a wave of euphoria relieved my troubles
I resurfaced, inhaled, then went back for double

Scene 72: Streetlights and Stars

Let’s play along the streets, luminescent and loud
Roaring and tumbling with mechanical winds
Strutting over the sidewalk ever so proud

Let’s run under the dark mantle, immense and vast
Sweeping and blinking with twinkling smiles
Dancing over the fields of the discarded past

Let’s sing over the cities, flickering and weathered
Busied and wearied from pointless turmoil
We’re making the futures, we’ll make it together




College is kind of a bitch. Not gonna lie.

I love it to death. But it's just like a grown up roller coaster.

The highs are higher. The lows are lower.

Much lower.

And it's much easier to lose yourself in all the confusion, stress, and chaos around, especially when everyone else feels the same way. Without all your old familiarities, you just shrivel up inside without even noticing it.

Then you give yourself a pep talk, because that's the only way any thing makes any sense.

You know you. No one else does.

So tell yourself to smile.

Let go and take a friend and a step forward.

Scene 71: Unforgettable

Walking alongside the running sidewalk, sky soaked
Humble silence between the percussion
Gentle sliding and lace of fingers
Unquestioned and understood
Leaning on cold shoulders, dry from shared breaths
Proud steps underneath dew crowns
Showing off and others with firm grasps
Undeniable and unbelievable



You can look back once in while. But sometimes you need to start over.

And to start over, you need to forget what you could never forget.

Scene 70: Nothing

Something was lost
Something was gain
Something was spoken
Something was unsaid

Something is in
my hand
Something is in
my head

Something
Something
Something
What is
this something?

Take away this
something
something
something

And give me
something
something
something

Just give me
Anything