I scream
                 I scream

I scream your name
into the empty
moonlight
by the cold firelight

I scream
just to hold you
tight

to be dancing in the broad daylight

scream with me
scream by my side
scream for the hours
lover must suvire

by the cold fire light

It's so easy
to write while grief spews from
the greatest depths of your character.
Everyone, too,
needs to read about the heartbreak,
the lingering heartache that makes
life decisions feel like clouds.
And it's so easy to give in
and put pitied pen to paper,
and the beautiful only
blossoms with agony, angst, and anger.
Infrequently, though,
can you really find the blood curdling words
that turn ache into anything but
agony. Only then
is a poet born.

Eyes like cherry's
Skin so bruised
Weeps beside me

Salted red glossed cried in deep
Stomped to the floor
Thousand miles apart

She knows the  struggle
Right where im at.
A chance meeting
Ever so brief

Talk to her,
never heard her voice.
Picture it,
coming soft,
like trying to calm a scarred dog,
just enough hand extended,
hesitate from bit to much.

Touch of nuzzle
Bend of ear
Drop of tail
Under her palm
with just a nudge.