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I wish I knew the thoughts
the tumble of words
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The end of a book
shut the cover
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I can be so pretty
so pretty
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I tell you now
I am no soldier
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I would die for this,
this feeling I get in my core everytime I look into your brilliant eyes.
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Everything is Ugly
Everything's a war
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Let that be a lesson to you know
I can't determine where I'm going
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Running fast against the wind
to hear them talk where sound begins
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Roe, Roe, Roe your vote,
with no gentleness of means,
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In the dead of night,
dead, black unfeeling night,
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Irreverant Bastards
whose faces are smeared with contempt and outward loathing
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The flicker of a light
the wind blows out a flame
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I want to smell old wood
and feel old worn bindings
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Tiny pools of ocean tide
left behind with sands aswirl
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Withe morning breath and droopy eyes,
with knotty hair
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Am I ready to be me, with out you?
Am I ready to grow up for good?
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Do you know how I feel when I sit on my own in my room, thinking of you?
And do you know how I feel when I call your name into the dark and I know, though you
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I am just going to
bleed for you to see
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I know you still blame yourself for leaving me all alone,
in the middle of winter,
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If I were to leave this place behind,
to reach out to the great beyond,
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There's this smell,
heavy on the air and on the skin,
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Sticky summer heat,
humidity on my skin as I drive down the road,
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let me be your secret place,
your diary, journal, is my mind.
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When asked to come up with something profound,
what does one produce?
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It's been so long
a winding road from that reality has brought me here
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The flip-flopping of my stomach is like the tick of a clock
telling me that everything is passing me by
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Terror
all I feel throughout these days is terror.
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This Happy Birthday is belated, but I did not forgetthe person that this wish goes out toI just couldn't give it yetthe cell phone died with
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The flow of Ink becomes mundane to meeverything i write is the sameonce I sat at a little table my creativity spilling through my fingertipsthe
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Sometimes just patch themselves
untangle on their own
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As I lay me down to sleep I tell you what I feel for you,
I may be passing from my body, but I will always be watching it's true
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A phone would ring somewhere in the middle of the night,
whispering he loved me too,
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In shadow there lay lurking a creature of the past,
with his scales rippling in the flickering glow from his own breath.
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