The sun set behind the shambled buildings
All that was left before our end
And on the wind I heard Them
Those left to plague the dark corners
To hide in the cracks of darkened halls
Swings swayed and street lights flickered
Screams echoed through the cities hallways
Deserted cars like matchbox toys
Moans of the dead filled the air
Friends and family gone and passed
In an instant before the storm
I sat nestled in my tree for the night
Alone
As if anything had changed

Sat upon the wall.
Watching.
Waiting.
Almost time
Almost there

(This poem is in progress, i'll take any suggestions on it)



He has a three legged cat that hops through the room,
and he tastes like *** a lot of the time.


I dreamt about an old lover the other night,
He held my waste tightly while I searched for…

You.

But I wasn’t looking for you human form,
Only the distraction
Of another’s scent,
The warm embrace of someone who uses the word ‘love’ without
Knowing its power.


I want to walk on the street again where the old church and courthouse are,
Sipping coffee and wearing torn tights, fashionably ripped I’d tell my mother, when she tried to throw them away and wash my jeans too much.
They faded, as did our snow tracks, and the areas we slipped on ice are melted now.
To ant covered grass.

Loud crowded bars are now, only a memory to me and and you’re messy room where all my belongings are lost, is owned by another now.
They do not know whose memories are stored there.


I go in and out of numbness like of the beeping of a heart monitor.

---alive---wondering------alive-----wondering—FEELING----getupw­orkgotobedwriteitdown---


I am not lost like I always thought I would be,

It is more like the times, I pretended to sleep next to you but was really listening to you breath.

i think im inlove with you
as in that fluttering
high strung
feeling in your heart
that for now,
seems like
unattainable love
sinking into my chest.
a love that consists of
an occassional loss of words
i find myself speechless
over and over again
but i'm just waiting,
waiting for the perfect time
that i know will never come
i find myself resisting the urge
to just simply ask,
then i've lost,
i can’t fight it
i don’t think i even want to

..............When      your
     head                      won't
stop                              turning
      it's             ­           hard
              to        sleep..............