The world hears what it wants to listen to
so relax poet, you are way down on the list

Maybe someone somewhere sometime
will come across your singing

Written in dust on the inside of a cupboard,
when you were drunk on cheap liquor

But only you will know that
just before the cupboard gets recycled

the cupboard lets out a sighing
which is really you both singing

Together
for the last time

i have memories of church
as being something
required
five days a week
   plus sundays
walking in a straight line
   no talking!
don't even acknowledge
   your neighbor
the closer we got
hands became folded
heads bowed
enter in complete and utter
     SILENCE!
repeating the responses
all known by heart
never really understanding the meaning
the final AMEN!
and out the door we went
a little more relaxed
sometimes a quiet whisper
a small giggle...

i guess making our way towards god's house
was much more sacred
than leaving.

his eyes were like silk
brushing softly on my face
leaving me dreamlike

why be surprised
to read words
you gave away
in poems
where they
do not fit
but are
passed off
as original
thinking
after all
how did
your vocab
enrich
itself

It's getting dark now.
The tempest is rising from
underneath my skin.

You're miles away. And
it's driving me insane.

My bones are hallow and
my heart is becoming
weak and thin.

My hair is grey as dust
and ash. And i hear a
sad melancholy on
replay all day.

I daydream of my funeral
whenever i touch your side
of the bed and not find
you there.

I need you here now. This
distance is suffocating me.

My lungs are becoming
heavy and i feel the fiery
flames burning from within.

I need to jump now. To
reach your place. To swim
miles away over the ocean's
furious waves.

How could you do this and
travel to such a place. I
need you now and there
is no time to waste.

I'll take the risk and jump
from a highest of cliffs.

My bones are aching and
my body is shaking as I'm
craving your voice and taste.

Rescue me now.
Rescue me somehow.

Grab me by hips and pull me
away. Stop the wreckage
before it takes place.

I'll never let you travel miles
away from me like that again.

And i'll follow you wherever
you go even if it's outer space
or into the grave.

I love you dear. And I need
you near* ~

My body gets filled with anger running from a faucet. My anger just keeps building up, and the core temperature is rising and rising. The pressure is increasing and increasing. I'm slowly but certainly reaching my boiling point: the point on which I explode and let out all the anger, and since I'm on my own, I'll have to take it all out on myself. I'll hurt myself....Stopping that from happening is as simple as pulling the plug and letting the water drain away, but unfortunately, I've lost the drain.....

I need you, but I can't seem to find you...