The cold glass shatters ( Read more... )

Most of my problems,
Stem from the onion like
Appearance of you.

Layered with pity, you look
At my frowning face in
Despair and contemplate

'How did it get this bad?'
Maybe I should have stayed
Horizontal, not vertical in front of you.

Staring down the long white line ( Read more... )

I think that you are missed by me ( Read more... )

To teach is to give.
To learn is to receive.
To grow is to gain.
To die is to wane.

From acceptance comes knowledge.
From gossip comes pain.
From sex comes pleasure.
From joy comes hardship.

There are times that she stares out the window ( Read more... )

I never liked your stare
She said to her beau,
He always made me feel incompetent.

Looking back onto your eyes
She said to her love,
Makes me weak, in the stomach.

Never once realizing that she was
In fact thinking on him that night
Only now the truth had caught up to him.

There is a box.
A box that makes life begin.
That makes life end.
But how do we get inside the box?

There are times when the box,
As easy as it is to obtain,
Where getting inside that cube
Is not as easy as it seems.

Staring at the ceiling ( Read more... )

When I sit along that hopeful ( Read more... )