I'm becoming her
The girl who sits anxiously
Waiting for him to reply
Smiling at the texts he sends
And laughing at his jokes
I'm becoming her
Twiddling my thumbs when he is on my mind
Sighing when I realize how much I miss him
Wishing he could be here by my side
Wishing I could just reach out
Grab him by the head
And kiss him
Right on the lips
For the first time
I'm becoming her
The girl who's afraid of being seen
And he's looking right at her
Staring straight at her soul and
He's smiling
I'm becoming her
The girl who reaches out
To touch him
To prove that he's just an imagination
To prove that she made it all up in her head
I'm becoming her
The girl who realized that this is real
The girl that finally understands how she feels
I'm becoming her
The girl that likes him.

I take a breath
I miss the smell your perfume left in my clothes
I open my eyes
yours looked so sad yesterday. I wish I could ask you why
I put on a shirt
I miss the way you used to rub the hem of my sleeve with your fingers
I brush my hair
I love your new color
I take a step
do you still remember our long walks in the woods?
I go on
*and so does life

Call me insignificant but I’ve been chasing undeveloped photographs
Down these old hallways that we used to call home when the sun didn’t look right
Locked away in closets with my heart stuck under your skin
The same old words buried under your fingernails
Sometimes I struggle to find the difference between hospital rooms and a bed for the night
And I’ve never seen the point of living by the hands of the man-made god that hangs on the wall
But the difference between then and now was that I always saw you in the dark
I traded your broken grimace for her smile and I swear to God I will never regret it
Because she speaks the same words with her mouth sewn shut
And I guess thats something you could never understand
*~W.C.

I am the lone insurgent
Walking through the streets
of my own mind.
My mind
Is a totalitarian state.

I am the lone assassin
Of the members of parliament,
Remember, in my own mind.

I am ratted out
By the shrill shrieks
Of an old lady on the tram.

I walk home from endless meetings
With myself, where him
And me plot our rebellion
Sparking the ember, remember;
In my own mind.

The Secret Police awaits
Probably in my living room
Waiting for me to turn on the lights
Revealing the glint of silver nozzles
Mere millimeters from my my head.

The warrant proclaims:
"Conspiracy and ******"
I may be lone, but my hand
Wields just vindication.

I may be lone,
But as I am executed
There is still me
And another will always
Follow

Striking the ember, remember;
In my own mind.

did you read some time ago,
about the old garden. the men
who felled the trees, lowered the terraces,
months of noise, clatter, tan llan.

do you know that on visiting,
gasped at change , beauty
quality of light.

it is a lesson to remind,
change can be a surprising

thing.



pleasantries.

sbm.

We are merely                    
          a shadow
       Of what we were
           yesterday .

Alone I am,
With my burdens of sorrow,
With a past not to cherish much,
And not much hope for tomorrow.

When the people surrounding me
are so evil,ruthless and stone-hearted,
Unfair is this world,
Injustice being done at everybody's cannival.

I feel pity for the heart,
A poor heart in disgrace,
So vulnerable to the torments of words,
In so fictious a world,it tries to make some space.

Alas! everytime it fails,
And tears which stream down in solitude
Are nothing but a few futile drops of water.
It is the lack of the little love that makes a heart destitude.