Something Poetic it seems..

In the mind
that once was clean

now all confused impurities
that reach out

don't reach out
it only gets thrown in the face
of the one
once who owned a heart

She feels frail
mangled and pale

and he sucked the pink from her flesh
every last suckle
the sweet apple

it all is dead and walking
it all makes sense
raveled and unraveled sense.

thoughts are circles
there is no straight
no narrow
nonsense

lifeless existence
I'll fight my own fate

don't hear my words
they were never enough
hearts weak
minds sink,
and where did we go wrong?

and how is it
none can say
the color that makes you blind
and the eyes
that steal your mind
as if we
..or he
had one.

Cause I could touch the sky
and you'd tell me I was only reaching

or I'd land on the hill
from the fly
and empty-faced, blankly
reply.."nice try"

there is something
like a shattered sheet of glass
or a broken ocean of dreams
like the tears shed
when no one is listening.

how a human
can take a beating organ
and not see a glimmer
in an eye, I won't ever know..

how do we beg
for what we think is our lives
Romantics die.

now she looks and see's no color
in the eyes of others
and she'll beg her thoughts to turn
to settle

or the color to redeem.
nothing seems poetic.
and what's real is a dream.