this sin

The warnings
plastered high above on
signs
and living things
tell us of all
we shall regret
how so
soon it will fade
and melt away
dripping down like burning sun
and skin gone bad
protection thrust
aside
and how do we prevent this
slow decay
this dread and
drudgery I
cannot say
and cannot breathe
for if we dare
we live, we seethe
I cannot say
for I live now
and see not yet
how i could ever
be
spent, so cold
I feel my nails
they scratch the future's skin
It gives a bit
but I shan't break
the only thing that I cant hate
the only thing that never did
a thing
It gives a bit
but I shall wait
for this regret
this sin

and a hand

And a hand,
so soft and artificial,
it pets your head rhythmically.
The day it began was the day you died
literally
and figuratively
You are not strong enough,
you see
Nor are you wise enough
to be the bravest of the
truest core
just leaning in
and wanting more so
You take and take
and never lose,
because all that you have is
nothingness
The hand, it disappears and
then
what else?
Regrets for all that could have been?
Perhaps a sigh
and then...
and then.
The head's slow, soft decline
the eyelids' flutter closed and then
and then
and then you die.
On this one point I think that we
can meet
eye to eye

after all, that's all

A tear to mend what's on your mind
A smile,
let it fall.
A breath to breathe your name as well,
after all, that's all
that one deserves to place upon the tongue of all who care
and place it well, for if you don't, it's like it wasn't there
A heart with which to open up
A heart,
I motion now,
thumb and finger can create
or make an L,
but that's called hate
and after all, all ends well,
after all, its swell
that we are only what we give
and giving doesn't go
to show that we are selfish
we are human we are small
the skies they can't compare
and yet they can't dissolve
our buildings and our fortresses
the things that we create
unless the human race does sprinkle in
a thing called hate
and make the acid fall on all the things we worked to build
we are the very downfall that we wish to push afar
we are the very aching of our every beating heart

who only takes who takes

Sigh.
Alone again.
It's ten am and I'm in bed.
The clock is blinking just behind
My shuttered eyes.
I am inclined
to shut it off
to open up
and yet, somehow,
I think I'm stuck
In between the blankets
I still can feel your heat
Now an emptiness I feel
A space you fail to keep
A void,
this lack of you enough,
to have me planted stiff and tough
to wait a while for your love
which I compare to give and take
It's I who gives
a little late
but you who only takes who takes