catch your dreams, they say,
those glittering, fluttering, taunting, phantoms
vague and undefined,
but promised to be sweet

make us proud, they say,
because only cowards don’t follow their dreams,
meek and useless,
you waste of flesh and blood

You know, I have heard
that the world is filled with some beautiful things,
and my heart pounds-
head spins- thinking of them.

But my god,
I feel so
****
tired.
and there has to be more
than this.

Your lips look so lovely forming around a cigarette
Your eyes reflecting the perfect shade of regret

Gripped.

siliceous crystals,
ice like granulated glass
crumbles readily.

it's reign is halted
only by the height of the tree line

Windows of time

through eyes of the past

& a vision of the future

flying like birds

in the breeze of freedom



Mountains of dreams

with flowers of hope

& the wrath of the fire

through windows of time

we fly like birds

in the breeze of freedom

Are you real?
If I touch you, do you promise not to shatter,
Like so many others?
Is it really true?
That one little touch,
one little spark,
could flare up and make my skin burn red hot?
I wait with bated breath and a slowing pulse,
For your awnser
For just one more
Spark....

I am numb.
Inside and out.
The utter confusion of my being consumes me.
I am numb.
Forever and always.
The kind of numb that freezes and stings me.
I am broken.
Because of you.

I like to watch the smoke curl.
Pour.
Escape.
Tumble.
Out of your perfect mouth.
I like to hear the tempo.
Pound.
Vibrate.
Ignite.
Lose eachother in this perfect beat.
I like the way coldsheets feel on bare bodies.
Smooth.
Innocent.
Perfection.