Walk inside,
Hold your breath,
Don't make a noise,
Don't start a fight.

Walk right through,
Into the room,
Don't speak now,
Don't start to talk.

Walk away,
To your room,
Don't cry tonight,
Don't give in.

Your life
Has meaning that is strong
And it's worth holding on.
Please don't leave, it's wrong.
Your life is not to end.

every day I see you
my mind races

9 months of my high school career
dedicated to you
it revolved around you

so close and convinced we were
"in love"
like we would be high school sweethearts
that grow old together

every day
all the memories of you
us
go through my head
every kiss, every hug, every laugh, every cry
stuck in my head

I try to forget you
I try to remember you have moved on
found another girl to fall in love with
your deep brown eyes
and freckles that make a map of your soul

I try to tell myself that we have both moved on
some days are harder than others
the only thing I truly know is
even if I had a second chance at your love
I wouldn't take the risk of falling again

Most people spill emotion from there eyes in the form of tears.

But writers spill their emotions with ink

dried mustard t-shirt
handcuffs like silver bands glow
anniversary

"Why do you write such sad things?" You ask

Oh dear, don't you realize ink spills like blood?

Poetry is no place for happiness...

All I really
want is
to let my
fingers
trace the
imaginary
constellations
hidden in the
freckles on
your skin
and to lose
myself In
the myth
your body
tells when
you move in
your sleep.

I can't get you out of my head
I'm stuck on all the promises you made and said
I just loved you so deeeeeeaaaaarrrrlllly
I'm sorry I ******* things
In the I got fooled like a chomp
You lied and didn't even see
How much you ment to me.......

step             off
down
         into
      blood red dust
                                    of
rusted dreamed
                    thoughts
     of steeled determintation
bought                  low by
                    times patient tick

word drought

                     poems        
                                      carcassed    ­      
                about   around
            where here
where                 ....ether

wade through and wade through
this vacant unloved space
           to sit under              
                                             ­                              the  ego skeleton tree
     here to listen
                     to the
    brain bone leavings
                  rattle and sough
in memorie's
             faint primative breeze
       as we  ......await the
..muse...all     monsooning..
  .. soothing         rain  
                                  fall
to come ... festooned....
         with the petrichor
                           fragrance of wild word blossoms and
              newly wrought  
                     thought blooms
until        then
                       i sit drooling,
driveled,
        words into shifting dust
destined to
              fly                     and
     flicker away
        on the
              next worlds sigh

fare well  good bye  adieu
               namaste

till again
              i await
              the soft feathered bliss
         kiss of rain