I may write
Like someone
Who doesn't
Know the
Difference
Among

Their
They're
There

I may not
Be like
Neruda, Barrett-Browning
Or Shakespeare

But these
Words

They have
Helped me

These
River of words
Ocean of thoughts
Sea of feelings

Have soothed
My soul

Helped me

Healed me

Filled me up

Until
I am
Whole
Again

I've been in a writing slump lately. I don't know why. I've been focusing on being a real human being again - getting back into school, being more sober, working more, making more money, working out, being more social. But whenever I find the time to write I just feel tired and want to sit on my *** watching tv. I don't know, this is just a rant I guess. I'm going to try to work on it. Keep scribbling guys- Harry J. Baxter

As the miles and hours stretched on through the cold, my smile never faded. The fact that I was with you, feeling your warm, sweet touch made me happy.
The storm raged on and as we were stuck between and a rock and hard place I wasn't worried. I wanted the time to last. I wanted to be stuck with you.
Everything about you, your smile, your eyes, your lips, the way we can act like best friends, it makes me the happiest boy I can be. And I love you for it.