Completed, unfinished
Meeting, never met
Craving the simplest flame
The unrequited touch

Tender, a sampling
Vivacious
Do I know you?
I would like to
I would love to

Extinction is near
I can smell it
The death of the neatly
And inky curved letters
The excitement
Of receiving

One day, perhaps already
Electric transmission
Will monopolize
Gone will be
The crisp letter
Neatly folded, tantalizing
Faintly scented, terrifying

You and I
Always, on and on
Forever will exchange
The pieces of paper
Which to others
Mean nothing
Yet to us
Are the everything of eternity.

All your struggles make my heart but my love stains true.
Forget the rumors keep you head up I'm right here with you.
I know that love’s not always easy, but if it’s true you’ll be more than
willing to give the all expectancy back and fight until the end.
Will I ever learn, to just let it go?
Sometimes we can’t help but hurt the ones we love by caring too much.
Will I ever learn?
Even true love can betray the one you treasure most.
It’s not the game you’d play

Do you appreciate me?
You say you Love me,
You show me sometimes,
You tell me sometimes,
but sometimes you don't!

Do you want me?
You say im yours,
You say im the one,
You say it sometimes,
But sometimes you don’t

Are you loyal?
You say you are,
You prove it sometimes,
I want to believe it,
But the evidence says otherwise.

Should I leave you?
I feel I should,
You don’t deserve me,
You hurt me more,
and treat me poorly

Should I learn to love again?
I know I will,
I know I should,
I should persue it
But I know I would miss you.

I will miss you forever,
I will Love you forever,
You are my best friend and Lover,
And the pain gives me the power,
To stand strong in what I believe in.

Just another night in the house with no ceiling,
staring up as I lay on my bed.
I look at the body next to me and there is no feeling.
Sometimes I wonder if I’m really dead.

Like a dragon he exhales and his poison floats.
He turns, gazes into my eyes.
He tells me “You’re beautiful. Pass me my coat.
In the front pocket there’s a surprise.”

Somehow my numb legs manage to move me
and I glide by the mess on the floor.
living in filth like this just doesn’t bother me,
because I’m not really alive any more.

As I arrive at my destination,
and throw back the thing he desires,
his slow movements fill me with massive frustration,
as my short patience already tires.

I already know what he’s got in store,
I can tell by the look on his face,
I want it, I need it, I’ve got to have more,
to get to my happiest place,


with a smile already creeping as he pulls out the bag,
on his torso he draws me a line,
he hands me the cigarette and I take a drag,
and I’m ready, so soon I’ll be fine.

My nose strokes the skin on his body, dark and strong,
and my nostrils feel the tingle they crave,
he smells clean and fresh, like he doesn’t belong,
in this cold, dark, emotionless cave.

Eyes flutter,
Hearts pound,
Beds bouncing,
Naughty sounds,
Voices laughing,
Music blaring,
Faces smiling,
Just not caring,
Lots of sighing,
Happy ending,
(for one at least)
One’s just pretending,

Music fading…Bodies tired,
Pulses fading…No longer wired,
Smile fading…Wearing off,
The meter is empty. Nothing left in the trough.
In place of the high there comes the regret,
The ‘Why do I do this?’ and getting upset,
The lack of attraction but the need to be attractive,
That keeps the life in this bedroom so active,
The pain disappears and I feel alive,
With a line or a pill, or two, three, four, five,
And the cycle begins again when I feel like I’m low,
I just lie back, close my eyes and roll in the snow.

Just another night in the house with no ceiling,
staring up as I lay on my bed.
I look at the body next to me and there is no feeling.
Sometimes I wonder if I’m really dead.

The creak of my bones,

rubbing in disagreement to my

stretching, hoping for relief while

thoughts of murky water mold and

pull apart like  a bowl of warm soup

Relief of a multitude of sorts, my

mind and body

bickering as an old married couple would,

stuck together to the very end

and yet disagreeing on

how much I should sleep

Words begin to have no meaning,

only becoming a soft mumbling of

utter nonsense that should be perfectly clear

like that pond of murky water

It drowns me in hopeless longing

for clarity, a decent night's rest

and relief.

my body a home best lived in.
babe, my  body is a home best lived in.
worn and weathered,
it sways,
dancing in the wind storms,
bowing at snow flakes that pile on,
I shudder, I moan,
like me this house is living,
it breathes hot air in the summer months,
takes purchase of the rain,
it takes whats given,
you mend,
I leak,
I shatter,
my boards squeak, protesting your arrival,
but you aren't put off by the walls i raise,
you fix my windows wipe the mist that streams,
you serenade me with your sorrows,
you lament I cave,
you know my crooks,
youve etched the crannies,
you drop the glass,
you carve out space,
you box up my insides,
making it a more convient display,
Is that what this is? Is that what Ive become?
A convenience store home,
in which you hope to barter,
with a smile or a touch with a slip of kindness,
an I.O.U. of commercialized grace,
If my love was a stream, you'd bottle it up and send it to another factory to be, another product,
of a good conquest,
I'm just another good conquest,
what have you gained?
o my... what have I lost?
what do I have left of me?
have you seen my broken pieces?

Never of failure afeared, but of
Trying nay at all. To fail final
It is not. Success from botch enough
Come. Though life has an outlook dismal,
Nevertheless with persistence and grit
And prayer, things bleak will turn bright.
No head afraid can achieve any feat,
Which sees not at the tunnel's end light.