Eyes weave tears on paper of blank verses,
                     but speak in silent whispers.

A word is a reflection given volume,
                     that echoes through every motion,

But when they fall all are silent,
                       Vacant images of children static..

an untwisting of the mat
the fibre holding it as one
is fast becoming undone
its time verily nigh

In my game everything goes a little better
In my life victory taste a little bitter
Im far too cold to care about the weather
I guess god is right and i am just a sinner

I hope you leave so I can start to miss you
Fearing the world is a step too far
I like to live in a special place of solitude
I guess it helps to wonder where you are

When will the rain come and segrigate
The orgin and the man so intertwined
When did the hateful consumate
I guess i'll leave my identity in mind

And when the times comes
Dont get me wrong, i hope it does too
And when the last chime rings
Dont get me wrong, i hear them too
And when the lights start flickering
Dont misunderstand my state of mind
And when someone comes looking


I'll drag my nails acrost the chalkboard
So i can stay here forever, and create clever pictures

If only you knew,
Of the darkness that walks within your shadow,
The whispering sounds,
the unnerving fear that follows,

If only you knew the secrets,
The tales and stories,
Packed with subliminal messages,
that tells of death and glory,

If only you'd open your eyes,
And for once see,
What you thought is and was,
Is all here and real,

things fall apart
and like a nudged glass chandelier
we came crashing down
on cold, hard marble

wouldn't it have been nice
to be made out of plastic as well?


maybe then,
we wouldn't be in pieces.

We will shatter into a thousand thousand pieces of brilliant, beautiful light
in a millennia they will find shards of us
Glittering amongst stars
And they will know us by name
Each and every fragment
We will be constellations that heroes are born under
We will herald a new age
Where the shining of the dawn
Is the last true miracle

I hold you
I need you
I love you
Your all I need
In life with you
Im whole I'm happy
Forever in love
With you forever
I shall always be
Truly happy I love you.

this little poem mine
sadly, died upon the vine,

tho watered and sun'd,
tended and tendered,
to and from your neglect,
it sadly surrendered,

from which there is
no respite or surviving

three or four sprouts tall,
grounded, now homeward bounded,
from dust to dust,
earth to ash,
this little poem ******,
to the dustbin condemned,
my sweetest, petitest, little trash,,

never to be read again.*

0ggdiddy Nash