she didn't care that he was taken
distress set in because of the fall
the careless nose dive into an ocean
of sweet and nothing
life, it ebbs and flows like the gentle of his voice
led by a warm pale moonlight
lonely and drowning in the shallow
she waits
waits to be picked back up again
or hoping his fall will soon follow
who can tell?
"meantime" always looks the same
and wading can last a lifetime
Friday, August 26, 2011
Thursday, August 18, 2011
Murder, in the first degree: An Ode to Self-stimulation
the seeds...they spilled...got wasted...aborted...was the potential...to grow...still...I imagine you...envision life full...people touched...by all your worth...because you live...live[ed]...past tense...you never came into being...his seed...it got spilled...it got wasted...the potential to grow...it's gone...still...I imagine...you...
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