I know naught of the difference between the living and the dead. For here on Earth, though my heart is still beating, I cannot help but feel so horribly miserable. And it may be death is not the end of life, only the decay of the body and not of the soul, but I should not know in this life.  At the end of this miserable existence, we may be relieved by a euphoria. Still, at the end of a life so fruitful, we may be met with the burning pits of hell. And if I will not rot nor prosper all my miserable days would be meaningless. Every time I think I know heaven, a hell must break my spirits. And still, it is more dreadful to met by a boring bleakness that hugs my existence like a child holds their mothers. To my knowledge, I may already be dead, as no one recognizes the characteristics of death. Life to our knowledge could be our own form of hell, but it may also be the utopia. Here on this dying planet, we may live beautiful lives. On this dying planet, we will die. Our heartbeat is the ticking of a clock that will stop one day. But the clock that is the world will not stop for you my love, as it will not stop for me. Everything that is, will not be one day. The sun and the moon and all the treasures of this world will one day be nothing. All the people that are here now will not be. Everything must die, you and I dearest, we will die all the same. Time is a force older than anyone knows and it will never end. We are only here until we aren't. Our bodies end there, but where does our soul go. I know naught of the difference between the living and the dead. Because my flesh is fresh, but my mind is old. But on the inside, I feel decay. Live because there tomorrow isn't guaranteed. Live because you can. If you live for me, I'll live for you. The meaning of life, I don't think there is one really. We just do, we just live. That's all there is.

left his mark in my hallowed body
to what i wish would form a separate being
and seeing my form sprawled and displayed
bringing forth the ache
that pangs every corner of his core
he is not one of myself
but in my obsession will i take him
and will i break him or will he break me
into this swelling teary mess
use him to strip myself of pride
my suicide alternative
lamenting at his glory
crawling and scrapping for that moment of euphoria
it stabs and willows
when the night is over i am left with myself
and even i am gone.

You swore you felt the Earth quake
But I knew otherwise
The force was from the tectonic plates
Shifting within me, my marrow molding
over itself, pressuring the collision of us,
the snake pit that lived in the shadows
of my bones, under my skin, slithered
like a river running rapid, unstoppable.
I watched the drink you cradled like treasure
rise, attaching to your lips by osmosis,
you sipped and I watched the heartbeat
of your gulps, first slow then recklessly quick,
the waterfall from which you took your drink
rushed down, disappearing into the mystery
within you. I wanted more than anything
to be that drink, to wet your lips, to be
the beat that you were so thirsty for.
Somewhere else in the bar, a glass slipped
off its tray, shattered, and people screamed
and they laughed too, soaked whiskey jeans
trudged off to the bathroom looking for paper towels.
You didn’t flinch at the sound of the shatter,
you were off, staring into the void of it all,
and I stared off at the geometry of your jawline,
sharp as rain fall, your eyes glistened with the gloss
of happy, your lips parted to say something
but you turned to me and instead just gazed.
I felt love like the color red, burn in my stomach like a coal.

I hear people
Speak of such things
Such feelings
Such thrill
Something utterly
Useless
Empty
Stupid
But that makes
You feel
Euphoric

Something that
Provides escape
From the harshness
Of reality
Something that
Floods the
Mind and
Body
With bliss
Euphoric

But I
I have so many rules
So many regulations
Expectations
That I am not allowed
Something so
Ridiculous
Tantalizing
Intoxicating
Euphoric

So instead,
I pretend
I write
I read
Reaching for that
Which I am
Not allowed
My ever-elusive
Euphoria

I wait
For those days
When the earth is warm
And the sun shines bright

I wait
For the earth to dry
And dirt becomes dust
Kicked into the sky

I wait
For the sky to show
its festival colors
as we drift into the night

I wait
For that day
I can comfortably
Go outside

Life will never ,
Let you sit back.
It always keeps you,
      on move.
It's agreement of disagreements,
dancing on its groove.
Pain, agony, and
feeling of despair.
Every fair chance,
is there to repair.
It's a bundle of
Glee, euphoria & delight.
Need a right move..........
and embrace it tight.