More along the lines
of my loneliness discord,
I stepped into the crime
of a *****, painful sword.

Too many closing doors,
and sorrow always there,
a memory has flood the moors
of my eyes a-brim with tears.

We have watched the sacred clock,
tick-tocking away delight,
yet never understood the shock
that something was not quite right.

Tomorrow's now never hoped for,
yesterday's a shattered dream,
we now crouch behind a closed, locked door,
and in silence loudly scream.

**** these thoughts I think of you.
**** the man they have to do.
With him, you stand,
Hand in hand.
How you feel another man,
I will never understand.
Round and round,
Endlessly bound,
To bite my tongue,
And hold it in.
My lust for you,
My little Jew.
Until one day,
I hope and pray...
That 'we' will lay.

love,
Andypandypoodnpie

Almost  a Father-By Frances Ayers

No legal ties to bind us,no shared blood in our veins.
Yet I call you father,in many many ways.

If soothing words can dry a tear,and love can ease the way.
When difficult times assault,I know you’ll always stay.

You’ve helped me travel down a path of unfamiliar roads.
So many lessons I have learned ,by stories you have told.

During fearful times you’ve held my hand and told me I am strong.
You’ve shared my joy,and pain alike and gladly came along.

So richly blessed is how I feel,I’ve had you by my side.
My gratitude is not enough,It’s something I can’t hide.

As time goes on, and life slows down,and one day you are gone.
I’ll think of all the ways you’ve helped me and I’ll carry on.

it's a
tear-
drop
this time

you
can't have it,
it's
all mine

not
many left,
but you'll
be fine.

tear-
drop
all gone,
now dry...

she was needy.
i was broke.


she was a mistake,
and i was tacked on
like the punch line to
a bad joke.


bought her chocolate milk and pop tarts,
bought gas and cough drops.


she said she'd pay me back in kisses.
kisses are nice,
but kisses aren't legal tender.


she made me dream death.
why would i hang on to her,
when i couldn't even afford the rope
to hang myself.