I know your nightmare; nothing is… In life you linger, lost in dreams… You project pain far, poison what… All betray your best, banish what… So, wounded within, who can lift t…
Sorry I assume We could be something more Perhaps we can’t I always have hope Alternating with despair
The guitar sits in the corner of t… And I wonder, does it wait? To be plucked and played? To sing my melancholy vibrations? Left alone for months at a time
Ah! So now I take requests Apparently. You, sure and certain state the im… Of male genetalia in poetry!
Come now! I speak only in jest, I am a fine fool, bred for courtli… Flinging knives at my head And catching them in my teeth. It’s why I can speak daggers,
I miss your love, you press into me like you’re tryi… to be me lean so hard on me that I struggle… I’ll sit on the floor and hug you…
I’m a flint head; impressionable And oh so crude Battered and worn by Her rough usage
A moth asks Do we know what it is To actually love? As it gets swatted at I can’t remember what it was like…
I don’t want to have to say it Online, through text And certainly not phone. I want to swallow my fear, To say my piece,
Wandering from point to point And stretching our legs We do what we do And we lay our eggs But no matter how large
How strange; I was told to remove… Out of what I write, to move my f… To turn what I had seen from my s… To that of the same seen object it… Funny; guess what I found in it’s…
I drink far less water than I sho… And usually when I do I am breaking for breath Or singing too hard Nothing is better though
I have a drawer I’m afraid to use dust gathers on it, the entire stretch of carpet around it is preserved
Through trouble taken, and confidence shaken, through stress and pain, hard work yet little gain, I have fret endlessly.
And then, waking the breathing slows And relaxes the tightly clenched jaw, unfold the huddle of limbs
