i bathe in serene
sleepy mountainside ledges
kissed by lips of fall

Where am I going?
Do you know?

If you do
can you tell me?
Because it all looks
Foggy from here

I walked stumbling around in this city, that's still awake.
mumbling my poetry out to the moon.
with the star lights mocking me, laughing at me, while i drool.
mixed faces.
twisted minds.
the sun is gone.
I found a pond.
dizzy and unstable.
believe it or not.
evil world.
it's hard to sleep.
the fog.
the quiet.
it all repeats.
the strange boy's breath on my neck, hot and heavy
can't think straight.
a long sad epilogue to my virginity.
faith has a way, been keeping score.
track your games and i'll track mines.
don't show your face, cause i don't wanna see it.
makes me sick, makes me wanna die.
like they say, I don't **** with you anymore.
so don't come back for more.

I'm tired of being tired,
I want to just get up and move ahead
but this monotonous life  holding me back
with this strange force called 'tiredness'

"...all you need in life is a roof over your head, milk in the fridge, and someone to love."

as the moon crests the horizon,
it lends its brightness
to the crystals of ice
dangling from the trees...