Like you were saying,Who you want to be is already who you are.Just take a break from the smoking room,have a cup of clarity,and take a look inside.I know I'm an o p t i m i s t , but so are you.After all, what's happiness? What's good?Maybe "success," "pleasure," and "death" are all one and the same.Sometimes, when I see you walking a w a y[from me]I wonder what's behind your smile.Sometimes, I can almost see it.Sometimes, I wish you'd tell me, but then I see the c a m e r a s .They don't miss a single angle.I like to think h i g h l y of myself,But you've always had the clearer headbetween the two of us.[it's saved us b o t h before]So don't go out and tarnish it with more smoke.
exhalei loved you in stolen glancesin individual moments i wrapped up in eager dreamswaiting for a hushed smile that never camebut reflected itself in the midnight rain of my bedroom windowi loved you as a secretthat lay between the shadows of my heartand the tip of my tonguei could not whisper your name aloudbut god, did i want toi loved you boundlesslylike the wind, with no beginning and no endforever traveling across your landscapechasing the sunset resting on your horizon
How To Ask Someone To Let You Love ThemI think you keep secrets under your skinlike trees keep rings and do not know it,like the sea teems,like dark and quiet spacekeeps every ray of lightthe stars whispered to one anotherwhen they were still youngand dying to make love.I think you keep secrets in youlike the desert keeps sands,like sleep keeps dreams,like cities keep sleepless peopleand people looking for sleepless peopleto fall asleep with.I think you keep secretslike secrets like to be kept,and I want to learn them all.
Don't Talk To Me "I'm sorry," I said, and meant it. She nodded, her expression unfathomable. "Me too." There was a long pause. "Just two days ago," I said quietly, avoiding her eyes, "we couldn't even be in the same room without going for each other's throats." She turned away. "Yeah," she admitted. "But look at us now." I continued, "And just two months ago we were the best of friends. But look at us now." This time I looked directly at her, smiling mirthlessly. "But look at us now," she repeated. Her voice was bitter. I didn't know what to say. We both stood in silence for a while, pretending to listen to the babble of subdued voices from the graduation party. "You know," she spoke suddenly, "there's nothing about how life is today that I'd have predicted during our last years there." She
DisarraysSelflessness is a muted destructionThat thrives in my crackling chestWhen you push me away from your crying armsHarboring a mansion of guiltWith beds unmadeAnd rooms uncleanThe disarrays of your pastPleading for restorationAnd renewalCome to meAs you areWhen the falling skies are big and redBleeding the pains of lifeHear the melodies of my regardAnd love for youTake it all out on meIt’s alrightLeave a thousand marks if you have toTake me underPush me downBecause I’ll push you harderOnly to fall right on top of youAnything to kiss the silk lining of your lipsAnd every single piece of worth that you are2014 Vincent Cuccolo
The Stellar Void"Can you kill me, please?"I must have looked startled because her expectant gaze saddened a bit."I'm sorry. What?""Can you kill me?" Her face brightened as she repeated the morbid probe.Confused, I couldn't help but notice her rather familiar clothes. Faded pink jeans, knock-off Converse shoes. Little black hoodie with a torn right sleeve."You just looked a bit angry and I figured you'd be the best person to ask."I stood next to the bench. My backpack dug into my shoulder and I shrugged it off. It'd be awhile before the next bus came anyway."Why?"She looked down the street. The dim lights barely revealed the closed shops and leaf strewn sidewalks. A short breeze caused the dead landscaping out front to rustle gently but now, it seemed slightly ominous."I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked." Her voice was hollow and even though she was turned away, I could sense the hint of disappointment.Sighing, I sat on the other side of the bench. Pausing for a minute, I glanced up at the mos
wishi wish the birds would swoop downand pick me up in their wingsto take me right to youi wish i could hold your handthrough anything and everythingeven the eye of a hurricanei wish i could look into your eyeslook deep enough to see them sparklebrighter than any star or diamondi wish i could kiss youtaste those lips so sweetbetter than any honeyi wish i could hear your heartbeatlisten to its rhythm like a steady drumslowly and peacefully lulling me to sleepbut no matter how hard i wishstars can't make it come trueso i'll settle for meeting you in my dreams
2 TruthsI'll tell you a truth (for I can't tell a lie)The meaning of life that is woven insideI'll speak of the pain that has prompted my voiceAnd then sweet compassion, which gave me a choice Pain is writing in blood on the wallAnd saying, "I'd much rather suffer it all."Pain is compassionCompassion is painForget it, and soon you'll remember again Compassion is seldom a heart to be bruisedIt's saving a person who's lost and confused Pain is compassionCompassion is painBlaming yourself when there's no one to blamePain is a whisper that's dark in the nightBut bleeding for someone will turn on a lightPain is compassionCompassion is painLoving and hurting to keep yourself sanePain and compassion can suffer as onePain is what's real, and compassion is LovePain is the blood that is traced on the wallCompassion's the gift when you've suffered it all
What is love?Is it caring for someoneeven though you dont know them much?Or is it being supportiveover what they have gone through?So what is love?Is it one on onehaving wonderful times together?Or is it very romanticand being able to cuddle and hug?So what is love?Is it missing someoneeven though you talk to them all the time?Or is it saying I love youand them saying it back?What is love these days?Is it giving them a kissand being able to hold hands?or having wonderful conversationsand asking about your day?So what is the definitionof the word "love"?
Hold MeEach morning when I wake,I roll over and see your smiling face;Every time I kiss your lips,Then close my eyes and hold you near,I am reminded of how much I hold our love so dear.And as the brilliant hues of sunrise caress the skies,You look deep into my eyes,Showing me, just how much you love me,How much I love you.Your arms wrapped around me in an embrace so tender,Our bodies tangled together in a sea of blankets;Hearts always beating in time,In these moments of perfect harmony.And as we lay, under the fiery dawn,Stealing a moment of perfect peace and innocence,Our souls are joined as one.
Coffee StainsDress shoes click on the streets laid slick with cinnamon and wasted airIt's sugar on your lipstick, darling; a dangerous affair.You chose coffeeLike you chose romanceJust for the idea of romance; cream and smoked wood swirling around in your cup,And steam curling up into the atmosphere like the locks in his hair.Crushed, bitter,Tantalisingly dark and hauntingly aromaticYou craved itYou mocked the raven that eyed you from its branch out in the blustering courtyard andYou didn't even like the taste.The silver curve of the teaspoon showed your warped reflection like a deathly omenIt showed the line of your neck and each glittering pearlThe hanging clock on the wall, for all its carved hearts and varnished oakCouldn't quite drown out the tollingTickingPendulum swinging by your ear as you ran your hand along the creases in the leather seatThe sweet, too-strong perfume mingling with the scent of theDark black coffeeConcealingMuch as the gold around his wrist hadT
If You Asked MeIf you asked me, then I probably wouldn't mind.I'm more open minded then you tend to assume. But then again, you'd probably never ask me.You'd be amazed at what I actually care about, because my line is thin. I can admit to not being the most artistic, realistic, and most out-going.I can admit to dreaming of my tomorrow, rather than my year from now. And I wouldn't ever mind you waking me up at 3 AM to tell me some stupid story,But you'd never ask.I'm easy-going, but I'm not carefree. I'd like to be.I'd prefer a warm night in, than spending my whole night out among the crowd of other people. I don't mind being alone, but I don't mind the company.I wouldn't mind laying on the beach every morning, and I wouldn't mind listening to all your stories. I wouldn't mind spending all my time awake, staring up at an endless sky.I'm a hopeless romantic, striving for that perfect love poem.But I guess-You'd never ask.So I guess, you might as well never know me.
GambleShe grips the slot machine lever like he grips his gun.Reverently.Carefully.With a whispered prayer."One more try," she breathes, "and I'll strike it rich." She stares at the pulsing machine as the shapes begin to spin."One more day," he whispers, "I have enough in me for one more day." He lowers the weapon back into the drawer and drives to work.