Aching for the past,
and all the people who are
there, just beyond reach.
Jun 10, 2020
Jun 10, 2020 at 6:00 PM UTC
No fish in my sea,
no stars in my sky, no warmth
in my night; nothing.
Jun 2, 2012
Jun 2, 2012 at 9:42 AM UTC
Washing my feet in
a river ... a bird sings a
melancholy song.
Jun 2, 2012
Jun 2, 2012 at 9:39 AM UTC
She had written this in her journal,
while she was still able to . . .
We were both 14.
I had to show him how to do it.
He had never been with
a girl before.
He barely had an hair yet, and
he was afraid to look at me.
He kissed with his lips
closed tight.
He came in an instant and
*sprayed his ****** *** on my*
deflowered cotton dress.
I later burned that dress
in the backyard barbecue and
saved the ashes
in a small cedar box.
Twelve years later
she would sprinkle those ashes
over her mother's grave,
a parting gift
for having played the game
so poorly.
Jun 2, 2012
Jun 2, 2012 at 9:04 AM UTC
Living in the
woods of death
rocking on a
rotting porch
staring out
into the endless night
listening to the
birds ****
Jun 2, 2012
Jun 2, 2012 at 8:57 AM UTC
Old women with their
electric lawnmowers,
waiting to die, thinking
they're going to
meet their husbands again
somewhere up in the sky.
Jun 2, 2012
Jun 2, 2012 at 8:55 AM UTC
Somehow
I don't breathe
right.
I'm too busy
thinking
and I forget to breathe
deeply enough
And I think
that if I would just breathe deeper
my lungs would be healthier
and the cigarettes
wouldn't be so bad.
But that's just more
thinking
and I'm still not breathing
right.
When I have less
to think about
I figure I won't need to
smoke as much
But the day I stop
thinking
may very well be
the day I stop
breathing.
Just one more
no win situation.
Jun 2, 2012
Jun 2, 2012 at 8:51 AM UTC
Boy meets girl.
Boy wins girl.
Boy loses girl.
Boy kills girl.
Jun 2, 2012
Jun 2, 2012 at 8:45 AM UTC
To wake up with you
and share the pleasure of
coffee with you
so simple
yet so hard
because eventually
it won't be enough
and there I'll be
just me
without you.
Jun 2, 2012
Jun 2, 2012 at 8:44 AM UTC
We were like a beautiful car wreck.
I don't even know what we hit.
Just that when the smoke cleared
it was all over.
But what a beautiful ride it was.
Jun 2, 2012
Jun 2, 2012 at 8:36 AM UTC