The best poems never make it to paper,
they burn up before they reach the page.

Where did all the colours go
I'm not quite sure
if I'll ever know
if all the colours
just went away
all that's left is black and white
and course who could forget grey.
No warm oranges or reds
no cool greens or blue
no more purples or violets
no cold" I love you's"
just grey storm clouds
to wash the colours away...

the air is charged with your messages of love

you miss me, I feel it.

the wind wraps me with your hug

passing on whispers, I hear it.

pain pierces like thunder,

you need me, I know it



the wind stills, no reply

I cant show it,

I fell,

You walked.

I cant come,

but you still call

even though you know it.

speaking with you over the frequencies,

I often wonder what a touch could do.

would it connect me to some omnipitent source

or create an annoying buzzing tingle feeling?

I guess I dont need to find out,

but when you walk right through my soul as if its nothing

leaves me with nothing to do but,

wonder about it all.

sometimes you ask me
where i go
when i seem so far out of reach
staring out my window
stopping short
half way through
a conversation about
me and you
and you get upset
when I sigh and tell you
that I
forget
cuz when i go to that
place
it leaves no sign
no trace
that i was ever there...
i watch as you try
to understand
why
i act the way i do
but i just smile
cuz i know
you'll be waiting
a while
cuz i haven't even
figured it out for
myself yet...
all i can say
is that i love you
today
and that really is
the best that
i can do
cuz the only thing
between me and
you
is your inability
to accept me
for me.