quiet marching for the present

future feelings forever frozen

ending ancient auras evil

continue on to present wedding

each of us walking forward

one of us for the other

there was a boy
about 16
he found the love of his life
or so he had thought

there was a boy
about 20
she left him to die
on a sleeting february night
walking the barberton street

a year later
there was another boy
in the same body
21
who made two decisions

to love
and to serve

there was a girl
age 18
who met the boy
far away from her

she was him

they talked
they played
but he had to leave for a little bit

a little bit turned to a long bit
he saw her struggle
he kept trying
it didnt work

he kept waiting

he kept waiting

he kept waiting

he kept waiting

she appeared

he made his move

she took him back!

she made her choice
he'd made his
________
there might be more
than a mile or two
from here to there
but really
its only the distance from his camera
that keeps him in focus,
right?

_________

a cyborg leaps 200 feet
broken out from the facility
they're faster than him
and more persistent
but he wont go back
________

a girl
and i
both here
waiting
for summer
thinking
about
each other
daily
and nightly

watch silently
a day goes by in a couple hours
the night leaves in a few minutes
how many words do i speak in one day?
under 100, probably

i dont need much
a computer, a roof, some sushi, a pepsi
8 friends, 3 family, 1 wife
to make a good time last forever

the object of my passions
you'll be here in my arms
for a day
at a military fort

three young soldiers
talking about the women they love
one Friday night, in September

"i love animals and I have-"
click
"you can impress me by taking me-"
click
"don't message me if you're just going-"
click

whats the point of building up my story
if there isn't anyone that can read it

**** me, man
am I really that different from the me I was
8 months ago?

two weeks to go
pick the last meal
for the old logan

I discovered all the water has gone to your brain
Your womb is surprisingly dry.

How many more children will it take
To fill your empty soul.

There's an anchor at the bottom of your pelvis.

Like a bald-faced hornet trapped in amber.

Let it go.