you'll be the love of my life until my tan fades away,
then we'll walk through the halls and be strangers again

I want to reboot my life,
           to clear the files of
regret,
          sorrow,
                    wrong decisions.

My mainframe of thought
            still has echoes
of deleted files.
Nothing is really rebooted.

I'll keep deleting those files
        till the time there just
                               shadows,
            as echoes can be heard
      but obscurity eventually fades.

Cold snow down my pants
another snowball fight defeat
a good reason to wrestle
with you naked
after some cocoa and some ***
while the death march
plays on TV
like an unending blizzard
that buries us all
with fallen ice palaces
and icicle spires
which pierce us
as they fall
before it all fades
to white

life is a fragment of thought that we live within
                             and when that moment fades
             so does the sight of our being.

Feelings?
feelings fade
everything fades
scars fade
graffiti fades
everything seems to fade
but everything seems to also stay the same.
Feelings still seem to be there at least a trace
Sometimes the heart still beats fast
Or
You try to replace the feeling of love with hate but still love
everything may go away but there are still traces
Graffiti seems to go away
You may not see it but it left a mark and is really truly still there
Everything seems to fade
but is truly still there.
  



L.S.

In the graveyard chapel
With the candle wicks nearly extinguished
Was a black dog who guards the grave of his master
Who's bond to this world is relinquished

Old bones sit in the mausoleum near by
Do the dead ever come back to the land of the living?
Sometimes the dog barks at seemingly nothing
But on Samhain when the divide between the dead and living is so thin
The ghosts of the deceased inhabit their homes again

The faint murmurs of voices heard a long time ago
The dog barks and the ghost light glows
People never seem to believe
Deceived by their own scientific nature
But if you stare into the mirror at Samhain
You can see the image of those who have passed

Maybe heaven or hell is not enough for these spirits to fit in?
Long forgotten souls their grave stones unwritten by time
Eroded away like the decaying of time
Youths flower fades into dust...