the webmaster is rarely if
ever seen at the
site
to fix things that aren't  
working quite
right

the writers send him emails
about items that need
repair
but he doesn't reply to them
nor seems to much
care

the site hasn't been functioning
well for some period of
time
which has the appearance of
a negligence
crime

the webmaster must be
extending the length of his
holiday
thereby leaving the writers
in a high and dry
way

Red dress confessions
on a black dress
kind of evening
slip one off
slip the other over your shoulders
make sure your
eyeshadow and knickers
match your intentions
otherwise we might never
get the opportunity
to have this last dance
to our song
before outside forces
separate
you and I
forevermore

If they knew they wouldn't be too cruel.
Make them know!
Have the too cruel punished.
Angels

I can see you in my steps,
Don't know why is that,
Your name comes up in places,
Conversations, late Night readings

You surround me like a wall,
Built around can't climb, too tall,
I'm the jester, the fool, the clown,
I've been here before, I can't be proud.