ExperienceI want to tell you thingsIve doneThe vilest foulest of thingsI have done them superblyI would do them all againAnd moreYetInnocent I feel nowExperience I lackSo much I wish I could doOr have doneWith youSo few I have to giveI want to give moreHold youKiss youBreathe you inTouch youIn some way
Craving SilenceAloneEnvelopedBy a wall of greenThe rustlingOf leaves overheadTemporarilyBlockingAll sightOf man made thingsIf onlyI could blockThe sound
Untitled --edit--OctoberSun descendsRain gently falls
Hiding the obviousHiding the obviousOut in the openFew seeWhat is right in front of them
EpiphanyUntil I stood, scared and angry, near the Emergency Room you had just ran from, holding back your hair as you puked up what you had deliberately overdosed on, it had not occurred to me that you and I were in some sort of competition to see who could kill themselves first. Albeit, with the least amount of effort. There was nothing you could do as I yelled to get the M.P.s attention so they could carry you back. Waiting, with that cold February wind whirling around us as I stood and you knelt on the lawn of that military base; I realized that it was about time to move on, without you.
FishingA saboteurWith a provocative sense of angstAlways thereCasually tossing out the netting of guiltTo catch and reign him inSomedayHe wont take the bait.
A dying seasonFickle fall and her many moodsThe fog and heatChill morning airThe years last thunderstormsYellow lightPurple skiesRed tinged greenWood smoke and smoldering leavesApples on the side of the roadMist rolling inSudden windsTrees dancing one last danceBefore they undress and restChildren racingDying lightA sense of home as soon as you walk in the doorWelcome back the bustle criesInstantly absorbing youWeve missed you.
I promiseTake my handI promise not to let go.