You cradle my name beautifully
Between your berry red lips.

You tell me to be open
Then you close the door,
Just shut it right in my face.
You seem so warm, then you just
Freeze over, leaving me shivering.
I don't understand you.
I don't know what you want from me.
I can't be perfectly lukewarm,
All the time.
I can't read your mind.

emerging from this bottomless darkness
I can see the rays of light just yonder
stretching the furthest stretch my arms will allow
grasping for anything lighter than black
hues of dimness or even a hint of shimmer
get me out of this dark I've been living in
let me see the light, let me in.

As dull as the lust left on ***** sheets
Is our love
A fire burning with the embers of passion
Has since fizzled to ashes

As hungry as the lust left on ***** sheets
Is our love
Your simple glance I feel upon my shoulders
Devours me whole

As eloquent as the lust left on ***** sheets
Is our love
Every simple caress and tentative whisper
Faded into gentle cotton fabric

As arrogant as lust left on ***** sheets
Is our love
Knowing just how to make your eyes see only me
You discovered how to take away my world

As empty as the lust left on ***** sheets
Is our love
Angry words electrifying the traces we left behind
Doors slamming, leaving me alone with this misshapen heart

As confining as lust left on ***** sheets
Was our love
This bed like a prison cell
Has bound me to you.

Some day someone will tell my story. How I went off to war, Not yet a
Man. AMERICIA's freedom is so precious to me. And I fight for it hard as
I can. Fighting from foxholes on land or by sea. To win for my country is
The only real goal. When you grow up in the land of the brave and the Free. Freedom is a part of your soul. My gun lies in the house. Unfired. And medals upon the shelf. Proud to be a vet. Who fought for his beloved
Country. And wouldn't be nobody else

I am really getting tired,
of this thing called life,
Everything always happens to me,
Most things I do not like.

First I lose my grandma,
Then my uncle, and two friends,
All in the last three months
All four with god and friends.

I'm really getting tired,
Of this thing call life,
Only filled with pain and sorrow,
And a lot of heartbreak.

I am tired losing everything,
And everyone I love.
I am getting tired of it all,
And the "thoughts" are back again.

I try to hold back it all,
I don't ever cry in public,
No matter how much it hurts,
But I don't like to show emotions.

The only time I cry,
Is when I sit in a room alone,
When I have some time to think.

I keep the thoughts all to my self,
Whether good or bad,
And I will never tell anyone,
Some of the thoughts that are in my head.

There is a pile of stones
left between the morning light
and the evening duskiness
that holds the sky in tandem.