how the flowing
wind squeals at the
sound of your
concrete smash. fool,
the wind may carry
you on Her back,
but your  infintismal
against the screeching
yelp of Her translucent
lips. that fire smitten
jungle howler will
blow your face off.

**** I've got writers block, but -
Oh no! It's gone...
**** I've got writers block, I -
Oh no it's gone...
**** I've got writers block, still -
Oh no it's gone...
**** I've got writers block, manage -
Oh no it's gone...
**** I've got writers block, to -
Oh no it's gone!...
**** I've got writers block, write, write -
Oh no it's gone...
**** I've got writers block, something -
Oh no it's gone...
**** I've got writers block, hypocritically -
Oh **** it's done!

Silence yourself tonight
As I miss your voice today
Hopefully its not too late
Before you miss my voice instead...

©2014 Maman Screams

there was a little dog he just love the train
looking out the window through the window pane
looking at the trees'as they go passing bye
giving little barks giving him a high
he just  love the engine driving down the track
to its destination then he would ride it back
he loved to wave at people with his little paw
watch them all depart then off again once more
then when he got tired  his little trip was done
he fell fast asleep and dreamed of all his fun

Shadow of my love
You come and go with the sun,
And when you fade away;
I know the day is done.
Heartache of mine,
Why must you cause me so much pain?
I know that I am breaking,
Yet, you remind me anyway.
Lonesome hope,
You seem so dull.
I can't blame you
Since life's so cruel.
And like a piece of kindling
Before it catches spark.
I'm sitting here sound,
Waiting in the dark.

The usual distractions failed.
Silence creeps closer and the laughter fades
Evaporating into muffled sighs and awkward glances.

The words are on the tips of our tongues but neither will be the first to break rank.
We both know something needs to be said but the only words we can manage is "pack another bowl"
The smoke forms a wall to shut out the bad for just a few more hours,
death melts away again to laughter and nostalgia
It only seems to last minutes until our barrier dissolves and life leaks in to stifle our joke and quips.

The extended arms of family members seem cold and ignorant.
when a soft bed and warm atmosphere has become abandonment,
and love feels like a luxury i just don't deserve.

We drive each other,
hoping that if one keeps walking forward the other will follow suit...
so will everyone

"Do onto others as you would have done onto you"
If that view is the right one are any of us innocent?
He reached out his hand for one thing to grab firm to,
and we turned our backs until he was gone.
And we dare to ask what he was thinking in his last moments
And we dare to ask why we weren't there to talk with him
And we dare to ask for one more day with him

He just wanted to get clean....

You're not worthless.
But your actions exude it, worthlessness...
For anyone that could take the gentle, pristine heart, and make it spew purple-black hazes of vengeance, betrayal and loss is unworthy, unhappy, hateful and unwise.
But he still is not worthless.
I am finer, I am greater, I am better.
For you I will not lose my worth.
I have forgiven every last of your evils.
You violated me. You embarrassed me. You used me. You scared me.
And because of the many you's, I am learning my worth.
Hopefully someday you'll learn too.
That even you, with your heartless, lying, deceiving and scheming low self esteem, you o lost and ignorant soul, you are not worthless.

hide your love away put it a box
so it wont get damage  when love get its knocks
keep it safe and sound put in to store
under lock and key safer than before
the when the time is right  and your love is true
your  love is safe and sound waiting just for you