She does so give the go by, for the attention I once did hunger for. Yet

soon I shall indulge with spirit high, in the spirits of bluish red, which

made me merry in days before, that may have otherwise -consumed me,

in hatred, or sadness: but one day-I know not which-I may seek this

this very day with gladness overflowing, overflowing my clear glass which glints in

the lime-light, that she attempts to steal once more, and this too shall

pass, past my lips goes the grapes of wrath, which I myself do pour, a

reference to Revelation; and a gift from beyond Steinbeck's sepulcher.

its a tidal river,
the sea water comes in to the bridge,
where they used to build boats.
the river full and still, mid flow,
i watched and looked early,
i noted the sheep tracks where we run,
parallel.

‘don’t jump’, he said, as if i would,
the grave digger, grinning,
‘ happy new year’
and the same to you, angel.

years ago,
i may have jumped,
after you buried him.

its those like you,
that see the beauty of the river,
where the seal comes to play,
and the tide goes up to the bridge.

so we laugh and wave,
and go on our way
up to the bridge.

sbm.

When I look at you i see the light
When I look at you I see my life
When I look at you I see the lies
When I looked at you I realized it was not fate , they were just nights

You and I are few and far between
An ocean of concrete
Conceals a dearly departed dream

When horoscopes don't hold the most Clarity
The more I flow the more I
Clearly see

Our loves like water,
Our loves like water,
It is quick to shift
into a steady stream
I really want her,
I really want her,
"I hold so close, the things that still torture me."

You and I are doomed but I don't care
Compelled to be souls
Lost revelling in all their despair.

We try our best to stay so far apart
Now diagnosed with fractures of the heart.

I wish I knew something
I wish I could show you
A diagram of how our lives would go.
It's truly lost
Truly broken.
This much is true this much only I know.

Third wheeling all my friends but
Having nobody for myself
Trying hard in choir
However nobody in my family cares enough to come to the show
Trying my best to be somebody
But I'm a shadow on the wall
I'm the person who feels alone and cries in the bathroom stalls
All I want is somebody to pay attention to me
Not to be alone all the time or to feel so empty
I'm not an attention *****
I just want somebody to know I'm there
Recently I feel like nobody will ever care
I continue my days faking smiles
While going about my feelings on my own
Even when I tell people how I feel
No attention is ever shown
This draws me near the bleeding
Closer to the thought of death
Would anybody care enough to pay attention then?