Strangers

Some days
You miss
The idea of somebody.

Who does not
Really exist,
Only they might.

You just
Do not know them.

Epic Poem... Almost but not really.

I set out to write an Epic Poem 

So that I could show 'em 

That I took my writing with Pride 

Yet then again I may have lied 

The truth is I am too lazy to keep going 

so thats all that was worth showing. 

Yep not all that Epic really. 

If you were looking for metaphors 

Please refer to someone who really cares. 

Trailing

Wait for me

I make account

We found the stream

Constant without care

My eye cannot follow my Hand

A Reviving Infusion

Forgive me for my

An instrument need call

You thought, I have known

Say what this means to

You're not listening...

5x5

Dancing in circles
Surrounded by my books
In my 5x5 apartment.

with every hot drink!

His name was

Hubert 

No he did not like

Sherbet

Not to give a false impression.

He ate pie.  

( Even if you Say it's not )

An intrinsic liquid jolt

            Down the spine

before you said goodbye

Falling paces thumping

            out of time

I felt you then

            now all is dim

Salt shards away porcelain

            damask, hard now

lost in melting glass

Love was your lie

            the soft beating winds

shallow cuts just below skin

I felt you always

            you’re still there

they eat me whole

            without care

Beating hearts

            rip apart

in the shallow cockles

            of your deceits

The child cried, no hope

            of being satisfied. feel

[omitted]  just before I died

hey Cupcake

Why not

free

enjoy every

valid

only

only

Living in Dreams

Craning her Neck She reached the Gaze of the sun

and Crowed.

You have only one life so don't 

grow up 

too Fast. 

Find me In Neverland when you

think you’ve

lost me.

She was waiting in the

sunshine. 

Migratory Migraine

All

Through the night

I heard a rip, rip, rip;

 Be careful

Without the light

You might slip, trip, flip.

Thinking Of Obscure things...

There is a little mouse Living
in The corner
There you can See
his Little mouse whiskers
Sticking out Just beyond the
shadows.
I fed him lilies And he
and he and he and He
Snickered at the Lovely blossoms
held in my Hand.
little Mouse I cried
"Why do you Resent and Tatter
at my gift?"
it was only In a squeak and Pitter-
patter of his feet Did he reply.
there is a Little mouse living
In the Corner.
you can see Him there
Caught in a Trap.
he wriggles and snickers no more
at lovely Little Lilies.