I gave my heart
You crushed my soul
With a mocking grin
You let me go

How dare you hate
And now I find
You gave to others
What was only mine

To walk away
Will be my trial
No looking back
No denial

Awake with my eyes closed,
nose up,

gone
wasted, pacing
through all of these worn out notions,
worn out motions
******* with the present,
twisted in with all the delusions
that, somehow, the truth isn’t enough?
What, then, are these things?

These feelings,
these wakening fantasies
of yes, but maybe no,

should I stay
or should I go?

We were once one.
Shy at first, not knowing what to do.
But then the distance became less and less between us.
We were perfectly happy in each others arms,
slowing time as we starred into the other's eyes.
We could talk about anything for hours on end.
There was no distance between us.
Suddenly, three thousand miles barges in,
wedging us apart.
Slowly, like watching paint dry, we grew apart.
Fighting left and right.
Not only have we physically distanced from each other,
we are now emotionally effected.
Not as close as before.
How could we have let Distance destroy us?

Who said that love was fire?
I know that love is ash.
It is the thing which remains
When the fire is spent,
The holy essence of experience.

The cloudless day is richer at its close;
A golden glory settles on the lea;
Soft, stealing shadows hint of cool repose
To mellowing landscape, and to calming sea.

And in that nobler, gentler, lovelier light,
The soul to sweeter, loftier bliss inclines;
Freed form the noonday glare, the favour'd sight
Increasing grace in earth and sky divines.

But ere the purest radiance crowns the green,
Or fairest lustre fills th' expectant grove,
The twilight thickens, and the fleeting scene
Leaves but a hallow'd memory of love!

I am an empty bottle floating in the sea
Waiting for that one special person to find me

I am a hollow tree .... so sad & so blue
Waiting for my death when I'm made a canoe

I am transparent .... an artistic clear ***
Waiting for the day where I am to be bought

I am a void .... hidden underground
Six feet below .... a body will be found

When there is nothing to do.
I think of you.
When I'm down on the ground,
no lift in me,
I think of you,
a tall strong tree,
lay down with me,
you stop for free.
You thought of me.
I wonder if I chopped you down,
or did you lay your branch
your leaves to hear the sound
of my tears drip. They drop.
In the forest, lost.
My land is sand, sift, dried from
past jealousy.

From the tips of my fingers,
coated with a soft ivory key,
You blossom.
Flowering outwards
Like the tail of the salmon
Stark against the foamy white rush.

And suddenly it stops.
As I lift my hand,
the pearl that congealed at the tiny mouth
Slowly slides from me,
Leaving a ruby trail as he
chases something I cannot see.

His door winks at me.

if
moods
are
swings

i'm the kid who jumps from too        high

and scrapes both knees on the gravel.