I am literally just skin and bones, and maybe just enough hope to get me home.

It’s like I bounce back and forth at every chance that I get,

between a brand new face of hope, mistake and regret. 

But I’ll bet you’ll meet me somewhere in the middle. And I’ll hope it’s just enough to win me over. 

And I’ll pray for peace in the night, knowing you’ll be here when this is all over.

I feel you in my bones when they’ve all drip dried,

and I see you glaring through my vision when the discouragement won’t seem to subside. 

And I know you are watching every night that I cry; singing me to sleep in the midst of the night.

In the midst of all the lions, you rescue me out. 

In the midst of all my worries, you scorn all the doubt. 

In the midst of my failures, you blot them all out. 

And the midst of all the thieves, you still called me out.

Hold the smoke
in your hands;
Eat the love
that the others feed you;
hold your children
in your poison arms;
You know you've got something to live for.
Feel the heat
warm your fingers;
Let the sadness
pierce your soul;
But just pretend
that you're happy;
Like you've got something to live for.
Touch the burner
on the stove;
Let the pain
just resonate;
Cause in your head
You cannot see;
A single thing to live for.
Close your eyes
and go to sleep;
Pick your poison
steal your breath;
Eat your heart out
on this decay;
You were right, what's there to live for?

My head falls
to the pillow

and I
breath in,
your soap
distinguishable.
Even in the night's dew.

it's all imagined.

you're not here.
we decided that
long ago
(or rather, i did).

We hugged this morning.
Breathing, as innocent as
the first.

The bee hung about our heads.
The only one who saw such an embrace.

Buzzbuzzbuzz.
a stolen moment
where our hands locked,
not intended
(like before),
only meant to bring you forward.

We were going to explore.

TWO loves had I. Now both are dead,
And both are marked by tombstones white.
The one stands in the churchyard near,
The other hid from mortal sight.

The name on one all men may read,        
And learn who lies beneath the stone;
The other name is written where
No eyes can read it but my own.

On one I plant a living flower,
And cherish it with loving hands;      
I shun the single withered leaf
That tells me where the other stands.

To that white tombstone on the hill
In summer days I often go;
From this white stone that nearer lies
I turn me with unuttered woe.

O God, I pray, if love must die,
And make no more of life a part,
Let witness be where all can see,
And not within a living heart.

I was six when I first saw kittens drown.
Dan Taggart pitched them, 'the scraggy wee *****',
Into a bucket; a frail metal sound,

Soft paws scraping like mad. But their tiny din
Was soon ******. They were slung on the snout
Of the pump and the water pumped in.

'Sure, isn't it better for them now?' Dan said.
Like wet gloves they bobbed and shone till he sluiced
Them out on the dunghill, glossy and dead.

Suddenly frightened, for days I sadly hung
Round the yard, watching the three sogged remains
Turn mealy and crisp as old summer dung

Until I forgot them. But the fear came back
When Dan trapped big rats, snared rabbits, shot crows
Or, with a sickening tug, pulled old hens' necks.

Still, living displaces false sentiments
And now, when shrill pups are prodded to drown
I just shrug, '****** pups'. It makes sense:

'Prevention of cruelty' talk cuts ice in town
Where they consider death unnatural
But on well-run farms pests have to be kept down.

the thought of her arms,
draped lovingly,
over your pathetic,
excuse for muscles,
is enough to make,
everything fall apart, again.

people go on about what the hell,
was the first man doing,
to the cow,
when milk was discovered,
but im more interested,
in what the first woman was doing
when she fell in love.

was it his eyes
or his hands
or his feet
or his personality
she loved most of all.

if eve were to meet adam again today,
would she still love him,
or would she have a broken heart
and be watching him twirl across
the dance floor with another girl,
in his arms.

i hope you know,
that,
i will,
never regret,
anything more,
than the chances,
i didn't take with you.

Enter here
I have been twittered tweeted chat roulette a few
Tumbled flickered facebooked too
Instantagramed even reddit
Haven’t been face to face in months
Human contact
Leaves me here in cyberspace
Leaves me wanting waiting anticipating
A warm whisper
A single finger slowly moving down my arm
A kiss on the forehead
A loving embrace full of passion for me
Smiles with dimples that glow the room like sunlight
Twinkles in the eyes as laughter bubbles beneath the surface
A single sigh of satisfaction but alas
I google yahoo asked and binged
I search for love
Yet
It’s back to the internet
To hide and bide my time.