I'm standing at the corner of misery and pain. Staring down the empty street through the pouring rain.  The lightning flashes quickly and the shadows dance.  Won't you turn around and give me one more chance.

The tears fall slowly as I call out your name.  I fall down to my knees in a lovers shame.  Come back now and I'll take all the blame.  Without your love I'll never be the same.

Many hour later I'm still waiting by the phone.  The night seems darker when you're all alone.  Your last words still ring inside of my soul.  You told me I dug too deep of a hole.  

The tears fall slowly as I call out your name.  I fall down to my knees in a lovers shame.  Come back now and I'll take all the blame.  Without your love I'll never be the same.

The chill in my bed seeps into my skin.  Without you here I don't know where to begin.  Maybe in the morning when my feet hit the floor.  I'll see your smiling face when I open the door.  

The tears fall slowly as I call out your name.  I fall down to my knees in a lovers shame.  Come back now and I'll take all the blame.  Without your love I'll never be the same.

There are moments in life.
Then there are moments, in life.
It's a gift to know exactly when
you discovered what love really is.
It was laying ear to ear with you,
So quiet I can almost hear your thoughts.
Cheeks pressed together,
yours so much softer than mine.
Laying, our backs on the cooled pavement
watching the sky spread out,
and the world roll over.
It's knowing I see you in a way few if any will.
A beauty that stretches past words.
Unfindable in any magazine or movie.
A living breathing diamond.
Intangible and unequaled.
It was the late night rides with the windows down.
The heat of the day dying on the breath of the wind.
The entire air charged with nostalgia.
Full of thoughts of friends and memories and feelings.
Watching the headlights cut the darkest parts of the night.
Thinking I'd die before I could find a way
to explain exactly what you mean to me,
but knowing I'd never be so happy to try for the rest of life itself.

Tears are forming behind light blue. You peer into my soul so confused. I'm bleeding out after years of abuse. It's too bad that you didn't get a better view.

I shake and shiver behind this mask. The child inside keeps begging to ask. Where's the sun so I can bask. This life has turned into a gruesome task.

The shovel sits by the bed in wait. Soon enough I'll meet the final fate. Clouds will break and I'll escape the hate. Rising above my heaven awaits.

Dull pale blue eyes open up to the scene of a busy city. The hurried rush of empty souls drives a nail through his bitter heart. He's invisible to the naked eye. Their educated minds can not see his plight. He scowls at them with broken thoughts. Their plastic smiles light a fire within. He tries to stand with creaking bones. The chill of last night brings him to his knees. He screams and shouts into the icy air. God won't you take me to heaven above. He grabs his sign and heads to the bridge. The uncaring stares seal his fate. He's crossed the line inside his mind. He manages a smile as plummets to earth. No headlines for our fallen friend. Not even a stone to remember his name. He's now above in a better place. Laughing and running thorough a field of green.

Awake at dawn,
the gray and gold,
spinning circles of haze.
The cardinals perched to see,
they wait.
I pull from my mind,
the thought of you,
the glance you give me,
the words you feed into me.
I draw you,
in the light I see you,
in the way no one ever will.
I go to the window,
the cardinals float to me,
they pull my view of you,
from my mind and from paper.
I know the birds in red,
will tell you how I wait,
for you.

She was wearing a purple sweater
His red headphones were swinging around his neck.
I hadn't spoken to her in years.
All we had in common was preschool playgrounds and chalk handprints.
Teaching me how to roll my rrrrr's.
It was funny.
seeing her like that
under the arm of a boy.
It was a context which neither of us probably thought we would be in.
Before all we knew was floral dresses, tricycles and growing lima beans.
Look at us Rosella.

They brought me a quilled, yellow dahlia,
Opulent, flaunting.
Round gold
Flung out of a pale green stalk.
Round, ripe gold
Of maturity,
Meticulously frilled and flaming,
A fire-ball of proclamation:
Fecundity decked in staring yellow
For all the world to see.
They brought a quilled, yellow dahlia,
To me who am barren
Shall I send it to you,
You who have taken with you
All I once possessed?

A sad little girl,
sheltered and protected,
never really had much of a reason to feel bad,
but tired of thinking about all these sad thoughts
worried about things older then her.

She doesn't cry at the right time,
she cries when she hears a sad song on the radio,
She weeps about death,
She thinks about her own
all the things she would miss just because she wasn't grown

she's so tired
she's thinkin all these mad things
Dreaming all these sad dreams
so alone.
Then her brother calls and says
the TV show's on and she's gonna miss it.
She wipes her eyes on her palms and her nose on her sleeve
she runs downstairs to watch cartoons on the TV

I once was found,
but then I was lost,
Silently blinded
By deep white frost.

My eyes lost focus.
My hands were cold
As I trudged past
The black dead mold.

The trees laid bare.
There was no fruit.
Suddenly, oh so suddenly,
I became quite astute.

There was nothing like it.
A howl, one of a kind,
Consciously placed me
In a mighty tight bind.

It ran away.
An owl screamed hoot...hoot!
All I found was dark blood
And an old man's boot.