Sitting under the boardwalk
out of the sun’s fiery rays
while the people above
celebrate the summer
with cotton candy and
caramel apples.
Sand rains down from
the treading above us.
Deciding to join the party,
we brave the sun’s rays.

I wish
i had someone,
to argue with.

the walls,promise:
peace.
they merely suffocate you,
with silence.

i want to have
a living-
person.

one, i will never own.

one, who can argue
with me
and, help me
feel:
real.

silence, makes me feel
divisible.
many parts of a badly crafted:
puzzle.

do i even exist?

Long is the journey, and sacredIt's holy secrets are lain  for the electedForging the fleeting moments of joy and painEach breath is a chance to live and love again 

When crawling through hell,
Don’t stop to see the locals—
Keep moving, even if
The next step is your last.

Yes, it’s a daunting task,
Not impossible, just one
That may leave you with
The last drop of faith
In your plastic bottle.

Even if the natives
Offer you rest,
Stay on your path,
Knowing a feast
Awaits.

If strength slumbers,
Keep your eyes open
For demons tempting
With fleeting joy.

I was a collection of pixels.
In the information are
A fancy bunch of fonts
Just a character on a page

A typographical error
That has now been erased.
Look back my text messages.
I’m sure you’ll be amazed.

It is with a heavy heart.
That I announce my demise
A few epithets to myself
Now it’s time to eulogise.

I know it’s just hyperbole.
So, forgive me while I enthuse.
No one can follow in my footsteps.
Or begin to fill my shoes.

You walked with me
Early to the hilltop tree
Along the gated ways,
Just like we did in early days.
Your love was soft and tender
These are things that I remember.

And we went along to start
I felt your soft hand dart
Not thinking of us as apart.

I walked up there today
As we did in that former day.
I sat in the same swing
When your life I began to sing
By myself but then:
And found all things new again.

You walked with me
Early to the hilltop tree
Along the gated way,
Just like we did in early days.
Your love was soft and tender
These are things that I remember.

And we went along to start
I felt your soft hand dart
Not thinking of us as apart.

I walked up there today
As we did in that former day.
I sat in the same swing
When your life I began to sing
By myself but then:
And found all things new again.

A solitary light
Flickers soft and slight
Through the velvet night.
Whispers in the dark,
“Sorrow sent me”—
Now a fleeting barque.

This light
Trembles, shy,
Holding secrets
As the night slips by.
A dance of warmth,
A tender sway—
A brief, sweet display of day.

In its flicker,
Desires cast,
Stumbling through silence vast.
In the stillness,
Shadows kiss,
Forbidden love, pure bliss.

Existentialism was never my thing.
Its philosophy ephemeral at best.
God, angels, the universe in protest
never seemed to pass any test.

If their presence has no meaning
if God cannot raise the dead.
Then my life, it has no purpose
it fills the heart with fear and dread.

Dissipate into oblivion.
Dying with anger, raging in my head.
Existing only as a concept.
You may as well shoot me dead!

May you never
Dance with silence
Or share a moment
With the one named pain.

If you see darkness,
I pray the sun
Chases it away.

Every thought
That brings you misery,
Let it be sent
To the farthest corners
Of your beating heart.

On the rare occasion
You fall for a fool,
One who makes you
Embrace loneliness,
I beg the heavens
To send you a smile
That forces Hades
To repent for his sins.

This, and much more,
I ask the angels
To give to you daily.