signage.

the ship's just sailed on this one,
CLOSED sign's on the doors.
bells bells bells bells
nothing. you got nothing.

stupid

If there was nothing to begin with,
why did it feel like it ended?

It's obvious why,
but indefference
overshadows the fact.

rewind

the scent of her hair in my hands
and the warmth of her breath as we lay
in each others embrace
was how things used to be.
The bed seems alot bigger
and the room much more colder
and the nights so much darker;
so much for the memories,
it's all I have to
remind me she was here.

non cents

more thoughts floating,
bobbing about
like bhuoys off the coast,
it keeps comin back, hauntingly,
like a ghost,
it doesn't feel as bad,
better to have had,
try as I would,
try as I could,
it ended before it should.

sliver.

there's a hint of light peeking
throught the clouds.

float.

So tear me off of you,
an extra limb, dead weight.
It's all I'll ever be, was, whatever.

I could ride the wind.

so i made a big mistake

Do I miss you so badly?
Or the mere absence of any form of
affection...

Driven to vicarious satisfactions,
serving no means but to prolong
a self imposed exile.
From myself.

And it's of my own doing is it not?
thus one should live with it and the
aftermath that follows.

Scars I won't let heal.
Maybe I should just leave.

to kitty.

Here's to you.

To life, to love, to things that will be,
and to what should or could have been.
To the sight of your smile,
more often than tears or frowns.

over

Got no words this time,
though time is all that's left.
Thoughts still wander
to way back when.
My reflection makes me shudder.

recurring

I dreamt;
the smell of your shampoo.
skin on skin was still in.

Chest gently heaving up and down
while you snoozed and I looked on.

And it was you,
the scent you left behind.
Just a memory now, I suppose.

Vacancy sign on my bedpost.
Room for one more.
This once shiny new key is starting to rust,
Just have to find a new door.

I swept the broken pieces off the floor.
Mediocre rhymes and rhythms replace an old familiar tune.

It's sinking in.
But the dreams won't stop,
and I still have to get up.

And beneath the sheets
where 2 pairs of feet
would often times meet;

Where flesh and whispers and truths
once converged.
All's left is an empty urge.

*cue in alarm bell ring.

or free.

bright eyes. easy/lucky/free.

dot.

like music.
stirring every sense
in my body,
swaying gently to every note.

Would your touch do as much?
My mind wanders;
Like many hands and fingers,
lightly along every inch of me.

navigator

follow me into the sea,
the only place we can be,
in the depths floating everfree.

choked

sever the ties.
They break us.
The once binding fibers that brought us together,
grow ever tigher around our necks.

crossroaded

drifting apart aint so hard.

it's yours

tune

a little ditty I've been working on:

She's a toy for the boys,
No longer daddy's joy.
She's a trick that you pick
When you've had too much to drink

But you know too well,
You're still my only girl.

She's a chore, he's a bore;
No more daddy's little whore.
Catch the sun, in her eyes
See them glow, watch it rise.

And you know too well,
You're still my only girl.

begin.

Distant waves crash onto the rocky edges
of a once sunburned islet.

What was desolate and bare;
...greens and blues, a thousand hues.
Alive.

10-0

I lost.
All of it; gone.
There seems to be no reason to carry on.
No calm after the storm, only more dark clouds.

It's been far too long, maybe only a year.
Or ten. New beginnings. Same ending.

I have lost.

bearings

I had it all.
I thought I did.
But I lost myself,
and everything else with it.

going going going

i don't know, it seems pretty much the same
as before.

maybe a little bit more about me, than it is about you.

And I concede.
You were right all along and it's me who's wrong.

This is how it ends, how we part ways.

gallows

you'll never get it.
too late and too slow.

your own your own, your lowest low.

its a circle.

self contained emotions,
boiling over.
my chest caves in as I implode.

All i really want and need and hope for,
will never be.

8

above knee deep,
force a grin.
poison looks and smoky tin,
dirty books and smell of sin;

it's better this way.
for now, anyway...

placid

i fear what was conspired has come true.
the only thing that mattered was you.
I forgot about me.
What I could be.
solitary confines, self consgined.

bad trip

real

we're not really what people make us to be.
make it reality.

truth

imperfections;
flawed.
We all are.
You're more beautiful still.

buzzings

sweep it under the rug.
many things left unsaid.