the list continues.

goodbye my almost lover

goodbye my almost friend

as another year rests on the pinnacle,

waiting to fall,

i reconsider what i knew

relish what i have

cry at what i hate about myself and the world

and smile at the love i see around me

my heart is doing that twisting thing again,

squeezing the eyedrops out of my eyes

this time not in front of

an audience,

but in the silence of the night in a house that doesn't feel like home tonight,

as i face realities i am putting off until the

next day, and the next

simplicity, dictation--where did you go?

assurance, conviction,

caught in my throat

we knew

we all knew

before it even began

as always

not meant to last

to flourish

to remain captivating for life

but that love lives on

but i wait in its ashes, caught in a storm of dust

i am so happy that you're happy

now i have a standard which to live by

my sisters i anguish in the days i have lost

live on a thread, because another hand will surely catch you if you find yourself falling

ignore me

i speak nonsense that only resonates in my own ears

epic of the Atlantic.

my brother and my sister don't speak to me; but i don't blame them.

as the grandfather descends into the faded, uncontrollable angles of his mind,

the granddaughter hums to the ocean.

winded, dark, dangerous--and the most comforting thing to be seen in a long time.

time swirls like paddled water, and the life circling around her finger freezes just long enough to catch her breath and hold onto the railing so as to not slip in the ocean, the same descent, the same loss. to be insane is to be dead.

where the snow falls, the man waits. for an answer; a whisper across the Atlantic. you cannot hear the flakes hit the ground, the sidewalk is too wet. no danger between the cracks and across its vast stretches and parking lots. only wet.

if there were no warmth in my hands, i would catch the snowflakes and make it a tower just so i could watch it fall and blow over.

resting, the boat's engines cease their turning, and the granddaughter catches her eye's desire. stealing her breath, squeezing her heart, squandering every good and sensible notion she has ever had. that look changed her. for the "deep," worser. and for the shallow [experience makes better superiors], better.

do i claim my words to speak for the ocean?

well, no one has ever seen the wave. all the waves in the ocean equate to a life of breaths, a story to be told, a narrative to be respected.

and all these words from a basement. who will remember? who will discover? or will they sink into the floor and become soil on the material?

help me find my way cause i've been lost since you've been gone.

we question the passes.

to be fair, you've never had your traveled feet in my trendy shoes

and i have not in yours

but when the glass cracks, and the water breaks, the

pressure is off

wheels stop turning

they spin on their own accord, madly

until the world freezes

who drew the line?

canyons spread apart slowly with time

waters carving out their ways at a malicious pace, slow but steady {wins the race}

i wait in its stones, underneath its rushing passes

aware of the storm

i became simple

because i let myself discover why

while you search i will wait with the waters

simple and cut

minimized to an issue

love for now.

the taste of someone new rests on my lips

as my heart twists into circles at the thought of every future, and

every moment to come

the beautiful, the

horrible

warm & cold

i fear my sense of true is flawed, and that i

prefer the ones with mug shots

but i cannot imagine a day without

so i will pursue the

together

until the next day

and the next

citrus.

the world turned orange, and the birds

sang kiri-kiri

my left hand wanted to be free of what it was holding

so i ran on to purple

till my stomach became a poisonous lining, and my body

shook till i burst into flame

the color orange took on my

skin

cafe a la no one.

in this shell of unknown faces, i

comfortably sit. aware of my

flaws. those on my face,

those in my

behaviors, and those in my

person.

unimpressed pillars hold up this ceiling

planks and beams hold up the

floor

my memory, it is sore

inner glow is yours to take,

yours to embrace

and these bones of mine?

they support

this frame of a person, waiting

for more

the jewels sink, heavy with expectation.

you dreamt my hair was on fire

why is that everyone's skin i brush become dagger-like particles on a spider's leg?

all i want is for us to be happy, and to be enough

my heart that drops at the thought of you, my voice that soars at the sight

... the sight of the idea of you

sighing, i wait

i dont meant to bother

please lift up my reasons for sinking

capsized, i will wait

as the bolts burst and the sirens scream

till water turns black, and my soul with it

till you wake from this jilted day

my world rests on the balance of togetherness

restrained wails are not enough

i take refuge in a triad's completion, and rhythms unfailing

reaching, my hand grows pale

as the deep overcomes

and i am an artifact

drifting in the ocean