She says, "she's so pretty"
and of course i laugh because I knew she'd say that.
So I said, "you say that about everyone"
Then she said to me, "if their nice".

...I guess it takes a beautiful person
to find pretty in everyone.

Even me.

Closed eyes catch blinking lights
as if shadows were walking by
I open my eyes and imagine,
what it was that had walked by.
But it's too dark.
Turn on the tv and write this moment
Maybe I should just shut these small meaningless lights off.
Then I couldn't question other frightening existences
I can't sleep.

I walk through the day with my head down
Seeing everything except the way.

Sidewalk cracks read patterns cemented in memory.
Faces and intentions, all the same
i am a portrait..
just like everyone else.

Time walks by my side, but i cant keep up.
Night follows and i lose
only to start this race again...mid afternoon.

To the things i hate:
...Like these pet peeves
Today's funny people
You taking pictures of flowers
My good mood ruined by my dark room
And my inability to by.

And to the things i love:
Me being funny today
Taking pictures
My bad mood ruined by
a sunny day and good moods
My ability to be nothing

Standing question marks?????
....did i get that

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Time flys,
Like needles piercing clouds.
Sun breaks through with streaks in full effect.
Blinding everyone in th sky.
Wings charred
While breath taken

Beauty and stillness, lost in the day...

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Telephones never made sense to me.
Until long distance was in effect
So give me your static,
and give me your voice of beauty.
Let me hear my heart.

I long for touch, but your voice.....
the sound of my heart through this phone
gets me through the night.

To a dead end place
Like a dead end road
with only one light.
A light left behind,
But can never be forgotten.
Dabbed in ink.
I dream....
I dream of her,
For now, thats all that can be done.
For a short while in time...

hurt me.
make me feel alive
Wake me from this place
never ending
dull me over with wonderful life
cave me in with heavy pressure
make me die like beautiful clouds
each day only to return
death consumes me
in each Evening of solitude
so much despair
and yet so much comfort.