I don’t always close my eyes when I kiss you

Sometimes I keep them open

Stare at the poster of Guernica behind your bed

Wonder what that dead soldier means

I always let you fall asleep first

Well

My arm falls asleep first

Then you fall asleep

And I shift to the opposite side of the bed

I’m afraid that if I hold you

You’ll feel what I feel whenever I close my eyes

I also get hot easily

I worry that depression might be contagious

Love isn’t a vaccination against it

At best, love is a mosquito net

With a few rips in it

So I build walls around myself

And hope that the germ theory applies to depression

That keeping myself at a distance

Will keep you healthy

Happy

I know what that dead soldier means now

I wrote a paper on it

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She’s born of grace

She’s born of lust

A lovely face

I’d love to trust

Her face to hold

Her lips to kiss

Her heart to know

Her shape to miss

There was a void in my life

A vacant hole

Meant for her

Shaped like her soul

That void is filled

The world is sweet

Now that I’ve found her

My life’s complete

We used to look

For monsters

In our closets

Or under our beds

Silly us!

What innocent children

To not realize they lived in our heads

It’s always been

my earnest opinion

that people don’t change.

But sometimes

you see someone,

And they’re just

Different.

Your son comes

home from war,

and he’s different.

Your mother walks out

of the funeral home,

and she’s different.

Not how they used to be.

They didn’t change.

I already told you.

People don’t change.

the poor bastards

didn’t change.

They broke.

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Write

Write your love

And write your fear

And write it all out crystal clear

So you can then reread your verse

Traverse a written universe

Enshrined inside your poignant words

It matters not how long or terse

Your pensive prose will one day birth

Progeny of love and fear

Depicted candid and sincere

Thus you may know what’s in your soul

Know it all and know it whole

So all that peer upon your prose

And stop to probe what you compose

And forgo all they know

Can freely read beyond the ink

And comprehend what poets think

And thus they may then understand

The feelings of an unknown man

And learn to love all unknown men

Regardless of their speech or skin

And begin to mend the world again

To quell the swells of spite and sin

And defend against spells of despair

Resolving resentment here and there

Resolved because you dared to bare

Your soul which through your prose was shared

And swear to make the world aware

Of how to love and how to care

And ensure that none become ensnared

In all the hate we must beware

Through motley words and rhymes declared

In pedantic prose you’ve pruned and pared

With all your will withheld within

Conveyed through heart and mind and pen

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Depression

is having a heart

that constantly pumps sadness

through your veins

and desperately wanting

that heart to stop.

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Won’t you come hold me

Won’t you come help me

I’m at the mercy of my mind

And I’m not fine

So won’t you come hold me

Wrap your arms around my body

Tell me that I’m yours

And tell me that you’re mine

Encircled by your arms

I just might feel fine

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Writing is like shouting

Into the void

The void is dark

The void is scary

But shout loud

And shout clear

And soon enough

Someone will hear

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