• I Wrote These After My BoyFriend Broke Up With Me.
    & My Friends Mom (She Was Like My Mom) Past Away.
    Her Dad Was Like My Dad & Thats What He Told Me.
    My Real Pearents Are Still Alive.


    My Daddy Once Told Me
    Daddy Once Told Me That When Mommy Passed Away,
    She Was Taken By The Butterflies To A Place Called Heaven.
    From That Day Forward, I Swore That I Would Torture And Kill
    Every Last One Of Them Until They Would Reveal To Me How To Get To
    This So called ' 'Heaven.' I Knew My Sister & I Would Save Mommy One Day.
    But, So Far. All We've Got Is Now Where.



    Our Love
    Loves memory has traced our outline in this place.
    But will the spider remember, or the sun?
    Did the water capture our faces in permanence?
    Does the wind create us anew as it blows?
    Did the shadows from the trees record our passage beneath them?
    Our secret been revealed.
    Yet I have told no other.
    I write these words in silence, in mute testimony
    To what once was.
    But our image remains alive in this place.
    It can not be removed.
    You, me,
    We then,
    Were here.
    We saw the day and hoped for tomorrow.
    We caught a brief glimpse of love's promise.
    We were not liars,
    But thieves of time.
    For now time has now forgotten us,
    Yet our memory lingers, and love remembers
    This place that was ours.



    Falling Away
    I am bored with love
    and it's passionless limbs
    that drape over my bed
    in a lethargic state of impotence
    while wearing the same red heart
    my soul picked up hitchhiking
    off highway serendipity

    Now here we are
    alone in togetherness
    trying to build dreams
    with two by fours and glue,
    but even a home
    won't tie us together
    when our hearts live alone

    Poetic vows cliched
    into nothingness
    like all words do, eventually
    and we allowed
    our bodies to become
    another pair of hollow shadows
    that make love to a wall
    instead of each other
    and we wonder why
    the roses are dying



    Your Lies
    Funny when things never change
    Even when you say they will
    But while your off s(rewing her
    My life is standing still

    You tell me that you love me
    When I go to leave
    You tell me I'm your only one
    And I let myself believe

    I know that you are using me
    But you'll never let me go
    I know that you don't love me
    I know I'm just for show

    I don't know If I can stand
    To see you love another girl
    You know that you broke my heart
    You know that your my world

    But while your standing by my side
    I'll believe your lies forever
    Cause everything seems so perfect
    When we are together





    Autumn Times
    Autumn breeze frigidly touches ailing dreadful lives
    Harshly darkness quietly surrounds the broken souls
    Mellow serenades that once played between hearts
    Pathetically have transformed into bitter sad songs

    Somewhere beyond the flossy clouds
    Cupid has lost his romancing arrows
    Plays sad sonorous tunes on his bow
    Dedicated to all weepy lonely hearts

    Howling chilly wind blows through the mist
    Sounds of sorrow spread allover the place
    Fuzzy humid air submerges the inner lust
    Lives decay slowly as the autumn leaves fall...