when confusion reigns,

it pours.

phobia

There is something that chills me to the bone
Like nothing else.
More harrowing than rape,
More violating to the emotions than rape,
And more disturbing than mass genocide.

The fact is, the worst sight
In this world is your face
The first time after you've said
You don't love me.

façade

Looks can be deceiving.
Blondes don't have more fun,
Mr. Confident hates himself,
And Richie Rich can't buy soul.

They say blue eyes break
The most hearts,
But from what I've seen,
They're the ones most brokenhearted.

a plea

My condition boggles even the
Keenest mind:
The Human Condition.

The state of having held,
And lost.

Of having spilled ink
On an unworthy page, and
Having spilled love
On a hard heart.

As I lay here,
With my morale still
Unmoving on the carpet,
I wonder why my heart
Refuses to burst.

bridge to nowhere

I was never worth his pasture,
I hope you see that now.
This catatonic ticking of
My life's clock has me
Up a wall,
My lack of ambition
Defeats me.
I would kill for some arrhythmia,
And die to quiet my thoughts.

We all jump off a bridge sometime,
It's just a question of when.

the night

I lay awake sometimes
And listen to the night.
The sound of promises being broken,
Dreams being lost,
And widows being made.

If I still my failing breath,
I begin to hear the static.
It tears away at my skull,
And rips my mind to pieces,
But I'm powerless to stop it.

I'm down to my last Ambien,
And there's a long night ahead of me.

one in a million

Tens of thousands of thoughts
Cross my mind each day:
What to do, what to say,
What to eat, what to wear,
Where my life's been, where it's going,
And the only thought that makes me
Truly stop and think is you.

alphabet soup

All of us are letters
In this too-short tale of our lives.
Some of us are S's, letting their
Popularity define their existence.
Others are A's, paving the
Way for a storyline of their own.
As for me, I'm the letter Q,
And my only happy ending
Lies with U.

lifeless shards

Turn of a card, roll of a die,
Dreams to dust in seconds.
The streets are paved with broken hopes,
And hearts beyong repair.
Spare change brings the sweet taste of salvation
To those who are so lucky.
A sinister shroud descends upon
These desolate masses.

Everybody's gotta die sometime,
And each man prays to God that he is next.