The EndDespite attempts to stop this insuppressible thing of whichwe keep tabs on with watches and clocks,the truth is that we are nearing the end.It seems as if only days ago moments, perhaps the brush-stokes of greeneryclinging to my favorite tree in a stranger's yardwere wilting,then throwing themselves to the ground in broken indifference.Now, again, they are beginning to blossom into life- and still they remain just as indifferent as before.Tossing aside how often we quote things such as'today is a gift'and 'each day to the fullest',it is undeniable that the future will slip by usjust as eagerlyas the past has already done so.So breathe in the sweetness, exhale your life, and repeat after me:Life is water in a sieve.And we are slowlyBut surelyDraining.
Without WingsWithout Wings 'You just run.'It was the only thing she could recall, in that moment. Out of all the memories of him, of all the things he had said, the great things, it was that sentence - which had been shared when they had been lying beneath the gnarled oak, its leaves being offered up as emerald sacrifice - that stuck with her. ~~~ 'Tell me things,' she had asked. 'What kinds of things?' he answered quietly, braiding yellowed grasses into a crown fit not for a king, but for a gentle s
Hide A HopeWordless is as wordless doesI'm empty as I ever wasSo wordless wanders through and throughThe ever-greying thoughts of youThey spin and gatherWordless dustI'd dust it all away, I mustHave lost my voice, my song, my will againAnd if wordless does as wordless isI'm doomed to wander through the mistOf wordless times 'tween you and IUntil the very endSo don't expect a voiceIf you see me once againThat thing aged long agoAs did memories of thenThough I have a lot to say,I won't say them anyway'Cause I'm wordless,Like the times you didn't callWorthless is as worthless wasYou're gone and I don't know the causeI'd call out but I just can't speakThe wordless silence made me weakThe thoughts are thereThey dimly showAnd though so small, they try to glowThrough emptiness, they want to spark a soundBut if worthless was as worthless isThen all the plans have gone amissFor wordless worthlessness is allI really have to giveSo don't expect a smileIf you see me once agai
A PlaceI just wanted a place to say I hate you.A small corner, one that is dark, cobwebbed and long forgotten by anyone, everyone, any thing with eyes or ears or a heart. Just a simple small space to scream the words, and let them blood-splatter on the wall - let them turn brown in decay.All I needed was just one small unbeknownst spot for myself to verbally vomit all the vicious ways that you make me crazy. All the times I've even had a thought of you and it's made my heart and my skin and my hunger leap up like little licking flames that I wanted to touch, weakened by desire like the tiny moth I am.I just wanted a place to scream of how you make me sick to my stomach every time you smile, not only because you're a trickster but also because I would do anything to taste your lips with my tongue just once, and it disgusts me and intrigues me all in the same twisted little heartbeat.What I needed was a way for me to leak out all this passion I have for you into the gutters, to be washed in