

Through The WoodsI recall days walking under slightly crooked willow treesThrough The Woods
then gazing far and beyond their majesty
I , to this day, dream about those distant stars
The ones that seemed to dance and gleam just for me
I can still feel that ever so embracing breeze
as it gently caressed my face before tumbling through my hair
I remember the taste of adolescent freedom
as sweet as rock candy and my mother's lemonade
I long for those days of laughter and joy
here in the bustling metropolis
I yearn for those warm emotions &


Untitled 5435This is serenity , hung over and sprawled out on that black leather couch. Her face in utter turmoil, her breast dripping cold, bitter milk. Essence of a solitude being. She stares up with her one eye, faintly breathing, but oddly enough screaming. She tells me to leave her be, i am not her's to see, bare witness to her inevitable demise, after to so vertiginous rise. She needs to learn the fall is always harder from that hight, and maybe next time she won't give it all up with a heartfelt fight. Maybe, just maybe, she wouldn't bow, but instead howl to that ever present moon, the one that always seems to beckon around midnight, calling for blUntitled 5435


Untitled 378She breathes on me and i smile. She can open every door with her key, and I'm always stuck between truth and denial. She caresses my face, looks into my eyes and cringes. She says no other can take my place and she's worried about my binges. I reassure her that I've been good... I'm lying.Untitled 378
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We're not cartoons.
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