post formality

Neon figures guide us through those
Unforseen gates
And invisible destination
Paraded by yelps of pride
And clattering steps.

The happiness released
At the hiss of an aluminium friend
Or a glass acquaintance
Can be heard for miles,
Felt in the contentment of night.

Flickering radiance
Enhances the immanent mood
The thud of the darkness
Caught our hearts
More or less synchronized.

Indie fires born of laughter
Slowly turned to ash
At the crisp of one
But let not stop our heart
But brandished the awe.

As the night drew to a close
And we stumbled from the
Creation of formality
We kissed goodbye
Until then.

the cold

It seems to always
Become more painful in the
Night.

The slicing pain encompassing
Vulnerable throats
Bruising internals and tearing
The precious immunity
That keeps me safe
From battered bones.

Disturb not mind
Through vicious intention
Nor my words
But decay like the sun-blanched
Apple.
Ruin not my faith but
Strengthen my hold.

Until my eyes call hold enough
My mind does not rest
Yet thuds on every breath
Grasps it in every step.
Two weeks today
Two weeks next year
Exhausted and ruined
You strengthen my body
Destroying my soul.

Speak not of nights or
Early morns
I dread each second
No savoir.

just like you

I like boys with guns
And knives,
With broken bones
And harrowed lives

I like boys with tats
And scars
With chiseled cheeks
And trashy cars

I like boys with dark
Dark minds,
With blackened hair
And sultry eyes.

I like boys who smoke
And swear
Who pierce their ears
And never care.

I like boys who are
Just like you
Just like you
Just like you.

the incandescent afternoon

The incandescent afternoon
Led me astray, to sigh and swoon,
Led me to delve my mind in words
Of broken bodies, whistling birds.

And still became that Monday eve,
Filled with brilliant lines that weave
Lives of torture, lies and pain
Rewound in deep consuming feign.

A heart of boldness drove her mind,
to see her breath and blood entwined,
malicious laughter filled her dream
ripped her apart at every seam.

The incandescent afternoon,
Decayed her humours far too soon
I read the hidden, contemplate,
How she just befell such fate.

He only cared.

He combed his hair like james dean
He carried a rifle in his right hand
He never cared for good intentions
He never cared for second thoughts
He never cared for conversations
He only cared for her.

He never cared for listening soft
He never cared for rolling tears
He never cared for football games
He never cared for heartless jokes
He never cared for reiterations
He only cared for her.

He never cared about his clothes
He never cared about his thoughts
He never cared about his loss
He never cared about his cash
He never cared about his car
He only cared about her.

He only cared about her hair
He only cared about her eyes
He only cared about her breath
He only cared about her kiss
He only cared about her heart
He only cared about her.

He shed a tear when she left home
He broke a string when she said
I’ll never see you here again
In these haunting halls, the dead of night.

She shed a tear as she drove away
She broke a string when he said
I’ll only ever care for your heart
It’s beating keeps me here,
Now i have nothing but
To wait for your sweet return.