we lay there,
you with your back turned
to me.
i used
my fingertips
to trace
the words
my mouth
never has the
courage to say.
and you just fell asleep.
and i'm starting
to think that's a metaphor
for what you'd do
if i let you
hear what my heart
has been *screaming

None of the five elements remain dominant for long; none of the four seasons lasts indefinitely; the sun rises and sets; the moon waxes and wanes.

some songs
bring back
feelings
I
thought
I
had
forgotten.

you

Childhood** – a splendid mirror with delight
Adolescent- a turn-off in the way for experimentation  
Youth – an unsettled spout with wave for new
Middle age – thrash about to balance and maintained
Old age - dissipate between old and new with game of recall!

Cold steel slides across my skin.  
In so much pain. I let you in.
Now I bleed red.
I'm better off dead.

My life is cheap
30 pills and the bottle only puts me to sleep
A rope from a deck
didn't stretch out my neck
A gallon of gas
But my life didn't pass
And a blade, at least one for each finger
And yet my life seems to linger

I'm come to the conclusion
that happiness is an illusion.
And the only one who can take my life

Is the girl I gave a knife.
The girl I owe my life
The girl who causes my strife.
The girl who I love.