A chill down my spine
Breath hangs in the air
Frost on the window
Winter is near
The last leaf falls
Grass turns to brown
Me and my shadow
Forlorn and worn out
November comes
Again every year
Once more alone
Hollow and vacant.
Nov 21, 2013
Nov 21, 2013 at 8:40 PM UTC
I would serenade you with guitar but my fingers are too clumbsy,
I would sing you a love song but I cannot hit a note,
I would paint you a masterpiece but my hand is not steady,
I would dance with you forever but I have no sense of rhythm,
There are many things in this world that I cannot be for you,
But I can hold you, kiss you, love you and always be true.
Apr 18, 2011
Apr 18, 2011 at 2:02 PM UTC
I'm falling
No anchor to reality
No net to break fall
The plummet continues
Nothing to hold on to
Deeper with every dream
The blood boils
The pain sears
Rage ripping through skin
Tears breaking past eyes
Shivers quaking body
Segregated from contact
All alone
In the dark
Only solitude
All that is inside me
All that is not there
Feb 20, 2011
Feb 20, 2011 at 9:47 PM UTC
I need something new
old is painful, rarely true
what I would give for something new
to be one half of a part of two
in my dreams I see something new
something beautiful, rare, and few
my heart longs for something new
to kiss precious lips that God drew
I need something new
I need someone like you
Jan 22, 2011
Jan 22, 2011 at 7:19 AM UTC
I have a thumb nail, yes I do.
I have a thumb nail, I have two.
They are pink, but when cold are blue.
I have a thumb nail, so do you.
I have a thumb nail, yes I do.
Jan 21, 2011
Jan 21, 2011 at 7:59 AM UTC
Three days of bliss
your hand in mine
three days to kiss
your lips so fine
three days of lust
your eyes meet mine
three days of trust
our bodies entwined
three days turn to night
neither time nor space is fair
three days in your light
this time away I cannot bare
Jan 5, 2011
Jan 5, 2011 at 5:50 PM UTC
One shot two shots three shots four
Five shots six shots seven shots floor
Tiny bubbles in my whiskey
makes me happy makes me feel frisky
seven and sevens on the rocks or sours
whiskey has some magical powers
Dec 10, 2010
Dec 10, 2010 at 2:20 PM UTC
in the warm ray of the sun the beautiful bird flys so high so elegant
each beat of its wings like one of my heart both giving life
how i wish i could be up there with you but a force keeps us apart
you in your beautiful freedom of the sky
me tethered to the ground
i would sacrifice any thing for our long forgotten love
but it is too late and oh so forgotten
all that rremains are my haunting memories of a time i was happy and flying free
and a willingness to still give you anything you ever want
Nov 23, 2010
Nov 23, 2010 at 5:12 AM UTC
The maple leaf breaks free from his restraints,
finally free he takes flight up towards the clouds,
a gentle breeze to carry him higher and higher,
the winds fade and down falls the maple leaf,
an epic plummet with twists, turns, and flips,
he crashes softly to the ground with a skip or two,
trapped forever on the earth with his fallen friends,
all he ever wanted to do was touch the sky,
forever he stares at his old restraints that seem to be sky high.
Nov 22, 2010
Nov 22, 2010 at 8:58 AM UTC
I am the one who brings you to a nightmarish hell…Trapped in a bad dream as your prison cell…I come at night for the ones the Sandman sees unfit for good dreams…A magical mist of water, asleep, and I wait for screams…My magic brings monsters demons and all you fear…terrible pain for the ones you hold dear…I get asked why I bring such horrible things…My answer is simple “I like what stings”…So next time you wake in a cold sweat…you earned it you deserve it you get what you get!
Nov 22, 2010
Nov 22, 2010 at 8:58 AM UTC