before lips can utter a whispered need
thought known, each secret shared
so no secret exists all thoughts read
you are never alone or meant to be
never to vainly struggle on your own
to carry a weight too heavy for you
or suffer beyond the powers of grace.

to sit within shafts of Sunlight
in the cool of a shaded tree
to listen to birds song
and know love beyond words.

history is an old cassette tape
                     being rewound
and repeating
        we need a new tape...

I show you what you want to see
I show you what you want to hear
My face , my personality , my smile changes when you a near
It's only to make you like me
Would you run if I showed you the real me
Not that perfect image of me I created to impress you
Would you run if I showed you all my scars that have build up over years
Would you run if I confess to you all the sins I committed ?
Would you run if I tore down the wall that was hiding all my everything ? brick by brick if I reveal myself
Would you run ?
If I removed the mask and stopped the facade and showed you my real feathers in their rough tattered state  
Would
You
Run ?

For if I told you that I love you
Anywhere but my poetry
It would give you the power
To walk away.
So for now I will write
'Til the pen falls from my hand.
Never not loving you
And never not denying it.

- p. winter

I walk at night a lot.
It's still and cool at night.
Everything is vacant in a small town at night.
The buildings are quiet.
The smells of the diners no longer linger in the air.
I relate a lot to the night time.
I'm quiet and unsure about what's in the distance.
I'm vacant and cold.

I plan on leaving this world

The same way I came into it;

Squirming violently, naked  

And that earsplitting squawk,

The one that screams;

  ‘Get me out the **** out of this place!’