'a silent bystander's watching,
while sees nor its silence,
nor its mark,
Awaken's  dreaming,
observation witnessing  asleep.'

Cut the cord
And rip out my
Heart
Like you do
Everytime you walk away.

At least my
Cynicism will be
There to greet me.

My safe heaven,
The calm to my storm…
She left with a piece of my mind
I lost my peace of mind.

I am in love with the idea of love, with the very thought of it.
But I am not in love with being in love.

It hurts in the pits of my stomach, roils like a storm above an unsettled sea.
And my eyes are the escape, my mouth the outlet.

Once the actual love comes pouring into my chest cavity the turmoil grows louder.
An antagonist, a conduit for anger, destruction.

When I love it is with fear, a tight fist clutched at my side, a knot of unknow.
I'll apologize each time I let this go.

Talking to you
Sometimes
Is like screaming
To the wind
Touching mist
In one ear
Past a space
Out the other

I try to speak
Nothing sticks
I am mute
So it seems
Why is this?

I have found
Little things
Poems I wrote
Years ago
Where I found
The same thing

I cry out
To you dear
What response
Do I hear?