its all so far away ( Read more... )

he heard you say nothing.
that said it all.
he asked you why yio loved him
you said because it hurt less than not loving him
shallow cuts heal.
deep cuts leave scars
i am your butter knife baby
slash and slash
and gashes dont come
but it hurts just the same.
your shadow is bleeding to death.

my father once called me a madman, pain and fear in his eyes. what had his beloved son become. a walking skeleton, a death only temporarily postponed. what will you do, he asked, when there is nowhere left to run?i didnt know. he begged me to leave town, to never come home. this is whAt its come to. hiding like a street punk coward, in the last ( Read more... )

i long for home
i long for a home to long for
i long to love what i have lost
i long to lose what i have loved and lost
i long to never long again

body cleaned,
head cleared,
strong
ready

i went home for two days ( Read more... )

this is not home
it is a sad excuse
for anything i can use
a structured abuse
a substitute
for the truth

i lieu of life i wander by streetlight all the paths that comfort for a shadow can still be found
it was these tracks, this trestle, these lonely shades of gray that brought my to my present place.
it was an escape, a prison style break, and the dogs trace, closing the pace.

this was my war ( Read more... )

back arched, leaning slightly forward ( Read more... )