The Fiddler's Tune

I'm not sure how I want to end this poem yet, but here is what I have so far.

Day in

and day out

I just want to

scream.

Because everyday

I think the same goddamn things,

but my brain won't keep quiet

although I try to move on

and every night I see a light

that makes me think

of a played out scene.

What could I have done different?

Was it something I said?

For every action there are a thousand worlds:

is it always the same in the end?

I worry until I hurl

and crawl up into a ball.

Wishing, praying that it didn't all go wrong.

That somehow and someway

I didn't always dance to the same tune.

That the fiddler would stop

and pick something new.

The Sparrow

Outside the window
where last we sat

lies the rotting
corpse of the sparrow

Butterflies

This is my first "love" poem. :D As always constructive criticism is welcome.

Butterflies

There are butterfly's

inside of me.

Their beating wings

a tsunami in my chest.

This is what happens to watermelon seeds

swallowed as a child. They cocoon

and grow.

To be awakened from their long slumber

by your smile.

Empty.

Empty.

I sit with you

on this worn down couch

that has become our pew.

Vile venom and vitriol

from our mouths we spew

feeding the fires in my belly

my hatred of you.

Like falcons locked in coitus

we plummet

aching---yearning

for the ground below us.

In the dying light,

of our dying day

the rooster crows.

Zen

The sound of the pen

  as it scratches against the page

                 is like the rush and roar of the river

    when I need

to pee

Monsters

As I breath the summer air.

A thought, it comes to me.

Of the burden that I bear

and all I've come to be.

A greater monster you'll never find;

I torture and kill them here.

One day they'll come with iron to bind

their eyes alit with fear.

That day you'll open your eyes; awake

to all that you have done.

On the stand you'll squirm and shake

knowing that I have won

and when they lock you away in that padded cell;

I'll cackle and laugh triumphantly to know that you're in hell.

C8H10N4O2

Savior of my soul
in darkness you bring bright light
caffeine I am yours.