the sun
it drops gently on my face
rays of warm light
burning my bruises away

the coffee aroma
the light breeze
the honks of the traffic
carrying worker bees

i was surprised
at myself how i could live
in this city of bodies
but alive so few

the orange ball of fire
gives me hope from above
as each new day arrives
with unrequited love

One woman's unfaithfulness can be another woman's wedded bliss. I'm living proof of this.

I dreamed about you last night
For the first time
In a long, long, lonely, lonely time
Sharing a world you've most likely forgotten
It vanished when I opened up my eyes
It was the same ****** dream
That used to haunt me
Every night when you first said goodbye
Now it makes me feel sad and unforgiven
But I don't know why…

Once I had faith, my faith was strong
That what we had would last
Forever long
It's so hard to believe in something
You can't even see
How can you tell when it's there or
When it's gone?
How could you tell me you'd rather be alone?
Then pack all your bags and walk on out the door
And leave me to pick up the pieces
Of all you left behind
To try to carry on

Now the stars in the sky
Are all we have in common
And the air we breathe
Is the only thing we'll ever share
The memories that remain
Are almost forgotten
They're as far from me
As the stars I see in the sky

strange beings we are
in the front seat of my car
****** out of our tree
you kept touching me
running your fingers down my arm
my goose bumps looked like galaxies
I watched in slow motion as the cigar
let out a beautifully winding smoke stream
that stretched across the dash
like a blanket that moves
with the sound of our speaking

in between two buses
at a random school
in Davidson county
lost and impatient
you looked at me as if
you did not hate
your surroundings
for the first time
since you met me

with a full tank of gas
and it is the weekend
we drove around for hours
and laughed
we needed to see the product
of dying leaves
and I believe
on those nights
we found exactly what is was
that we were seeking

we shouldn't*
we should

I want our first kiss
To go on and on
Like a poem
That's still
Being written.

I can feel the cold setting in.
Each morning is more bitter and frostbitten than the last.
The air and my thoughts are becoming stale, dry, and unpleasant.
The sun does not warm me anymore.
Like me it seems to have become weary.
The birds are gone.
All life seems to have abandoned this place.
Ice clings to my bedroom window, begging to expire in the warmth of a living room fire.
Smoke rises from the chimneys, covering this world in cold ashes and grey.
A life of color now painted banal and mundane.
I can feel the frozen air seeping in, slowly chilling me to my core.
With every passing night I grow colder and slower.
I have become eternally internally tired.
I end each dream embracing the boreal winds.
Ice evaporates into my thoughts.
I can feel the cold setting in.