The great orator
With open ears I listen
For the wind speaks not

actions speak
louder
than words

you wonder
why i'm
speechless

It's weird
When something
Comes in
And makes you
Forget
About all the past things
That you used to love
And never thought
You could get back.

Your stream of thought pleases naught,
And swirls your mouth in toilet style,
It spouts your bile through your smile,
Where we all wish it would not

she spoke
but nobody believed her
nobody will believe her
so she doesn't speak

Untangle my body from yours
                        Step number one
Untangle my gaze to stop from speaking volumes
                        Step number two
Untangle my dreams from reality with you
                        Step number three
Untangle my definition of happiness from your presence
                        Step number four
Untangle the future from possibilities containing us
                        Step number five
Untangle my person from yours
                        Impossible