I alterd the first stanza.

Death came into my life
its countenance was tart.
Words cannot corral it,
but the lasting taste imparts.

The dosage is a trifle small,

I lost interest, sorry.

About these things I always shall be dumb.
Some wear their silences as more than dress,
As more than skin-deep. I bear mine like some

Scar that is hidden out of shamefulness.
I speak from depths I do not understand
Yet cannot find the words for this distress.

So much of power is put into my hand
When words come easily. I sense the way
People are charmed and pause; I seem to mend
Some hurt. Some healing seems to make them stay.
And yet within the power that I use
My wordless fears remain. Perhaps I say

In lucid verse the terrors that confuse
In conversation. Maybe I am dumb
Because if fears were spoken I would lose
The lovely languages I do not choose
More than the darknesses from which they come.

Elizabeth Jennings

all the beautiful and all the ugly emotions,
seen from a far away vantage point,
Entwined

i want to transcend it all,
and meet with you in the morrow,
and our eyes can meet with our lips... our words can express what we think via what our fingers feel on each others' skin

you don't have to think when you look into my eyes,
we can just let water flow

we are far...
i in brooklyn, you in queens
but... this moment to be,
when our eyes meet purely...
we will become inseparable in mind

if the water i call home is too deep for you to swim,
if your lungs hurt bfore we reached the bottom,
i am reminded to take you lightly, and not burden you with my heavy soul
i will be quiet and feed your body because that's why you came into my life

...and forever long for your kiss
because of the gift you gave to me...

i don't want to think anymore. it is time we parted ways.
i loved you

but now i want to meet a soul

i can't be a buddhist, i want to love someone