Expiration:
An announcement; I will grow old
People too,
will turn cold
aging in their graves, growing older
once again.

Expiration happens
Elusive and slow

but dashes past you upon realisaton
like a hunted criminal

I wish I knew about expiration
of all my First Times before it ended

Now Im disintegrating

ex-
piring


Pride
A lion in my paper skeleton
To keep from venerating towards the angry scissors

Shaded the same as honor,
this pride,
is proud like a red ribbon forked on both sides
razor tooth inside

Should have learned about pride before
Time cemented into permanence

Should have calculated pride
before I missed you for good,
because I thought I was right,
and you thought so too.

Love
Nothing special is that of sacrifice
The Son would be dying for 6,446,131,400 (July 2005 est)
So how hopeful can I be of you?

Love survives in memories as black tonal values
but when remembered,
it glazes over in brilliance of technicolor.

Now
I survive on hallucination of pigments;

No one told me passing the test of
yesterday's serial let down
would be this difficult


Regrets
If you have none, how do you exist to live by
an expiration without realization
an uncalled situation for too much pride
a love the same way, misunderstood?

Hibernating on regrets
rotation never occurs on the same axis

Regret if you must,
Just dont tell anyone.