A lure of curves She lies Like a silken ribbon Limbs branch open wet Hard wood

Hanging limp, ratted on a dreadlock line strained, stained;

Every friend I have known says the same things about me. “I’ve never heard him raise his voice, ever.” All the way up into high school any kid who wanted to pick a fight found me. I cam...

Can I still love you With all the broken pieces Of your shattered heart?

I wish I could hold you. I wish I could let you cry it all… I wish... But I can’t. I can’t make it all better.

A morning walk through damp Valle… athletic runners passing me by, the way some human brains survive… and emerge capable of action and c… knowing my poetry may be recited a…

My eyes watch for you and do not see. My nose scents for you and no smell is present. My lips want for you

There I stand. I can see the world go by, interact with it through the magic of thought, but I am not there. I can not be hurt by those things for which I have no control or those thing...

My old self who’s there Always, Putting me down Yes it’s him That’s dying.

Keep at it until each of you can’t breathe and it’s hard to tell where you stop and she starts and you don’t know what day it is, or week it is, and you really don’t care. Imagine ways...

Oh tis the heart that shatters and… For love is necessary for life to… For who can love Of Love"s full t… Love be the reality I hold, but t… I ask of thee! Why is it life can…

I am in constant fear and she is r… And that is not very good for me, If I want to keep her in my arms It’s better that she doesn’t see m… Im stuck in failures