to the abandoned

with broken hearts

and shattered dreams

and trampled smiles

and worried gleams

in eyes like diamonds

in eyes like honey

in eyes like forests

in eyes like sunny

days and moon nights

just as we've always been

until someone can see

the things we've seen

and want to share

but are too afraid

who've been forgotten

who've been betrayed.

ask her for a hero.

last resolution

Send me a train. 

And let it smash through me slowly, dispersing my fragments amid the free air like particles of beautiful, broken dust. 

I'll wait. Here. On the tracks. 

Strike fear in me until I reach my final moment.

Then release the particles that have been so long undiscovered into the wide open melodies.

Maybe I've got the wrong address, but you're the only one who driftingly understands.

i cannot have a new post

there are bitter things that only i know
not even you
my confidants
strangely disappearing,
easier than writing
lonelier than crying
more damaging than lying
further away than flying
an alternative to dying
yet we have not lived.
what have we, then,
have we not life?
this is my bitterness,
in a way i wish no one could inquire
nor a commentary
nor a passing condolence.
like birds in spring
one to the other
all together
again, again, again,
flying to a bliss,
a mirth,
a utopia.
leaving me once friends are made.
don't they know i'm still in need?!
yet they know
more so than myself
that no wings can lift this emptiness...
to be filled would be to fly.