Frozen funeralNecessary burialYou pushed me backAgainst the wall. My eye was morethan on the doorIt became stringentFor manners sake, I didn’t make a faceAt that vinegar smell.Knowing better is no remedy for hurt prideBrand his pink skin for the first timeDuck out before the sourA new hot shower AwaitsAt home. Or somewhere with potted fernsBreathe ReprieveNever been with such a followerat my heels. Looking over my shoulderBlurting and grindingOn my nervesFeigning understandingNo more storm metaphorNot worth the anger earned By the dark pastI clutch my secret hopeLike a sold out ticketAwakened by remembered hungerImagining fresh garden loot. Still drippIngWet(January 2, 2010)

when you wrote a song but would not sing it because you were worried about it not being good enough for me.
i felt whole.
more
than
just
a
collectionofbonesandbobsledemotionsslappedtogether.

I need you so much morethan I need oxygen. And tonight I had you all for myself if just for an hour. And it was perfect.

Morethan their fake love
those memories are paining me....

I'm mr. lonely,
I once had friends
but now I'm lonely.

I met a girl,
I like her face,
I like her long blonde hair.

I'm shy and affraid
to approach her.
But she did insted of me.

We become friends,
for me,
It's morethan a friend.

We go to the party,
We watched movies,
We eat dinners together.

But time are not forever,
It's limited to me only.

Then we parted away.

Sometimes not long after,
I saw her again,
BUT with someone.

It broke me apart.
It hurts me so much.

It feels I'm high.
I'd just laugh and cry.