The sweetness of this World, and what we have made.

I wish drugs didn't exist.
I wish people understood that there are consequences to their actions -
that you could sacrifice a momentary high for the rest of your life.
I wish people thought about the ones they could be leaving behind.
I wish the ones I loved weren't selfish enough to sacrifice their brilliance just to 'feel good.'
I wish they could be high on life -
and feel all the goodness life offers us every day, and that, THAT was enough.
I wish I never had to experience the pain of loosing someone too young,
someone who was just as brilliant and special as all the hearts they left behind.
I wish in the moments before shooting up, or smoking it, or snorting it, or tipping that bottle [again] or what'ever your drug of choice may be that you saw the faces of the ones you loved - hurting - because you are destroying the person they know and love.
I wish love and life were enough to destroy all the pain and ego that made us all make bad decisions and reach for substances.
I just wish we could all 'play it safe' and respect this gift of life.
I wish my love was enough to save them all.

Blood bath

Just keep holding on
to your plastic eyes.
I'm painting your face
with the words under my breath.
Hidden behind the bar lights
you'll look fine.

Burned by your eye contact

-Shallow embraces fogging picture frames
-Glasses 3/4 full, taken from the last days at the seaside
-Day dreams lounging in your living room
-Burnt sienna with a touch of alizarin crimson speckling the bathroom tile
-Bedroom masterpieces
-Leftover footsteps still echoing out the back door
-Little girls hearts left to break.break.break.