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Some poems.

July 16, 2012 at 3:33am

i felt like
the only one
who floated thru space
when my eyes closed
the only one
who wandered thru scenes
that had not happened
i felt like
i would hover
in this place quietly

to my surprise
there you were
to find me
and pry me out
for your own good.

on new found spaces.
June 25, 2009 at 3:21am

i’ve been breathing more lately
filling voids with my air
turning empty to solid
and unable to bare it
i’ve been climbing more lately
walls previously built
when my strength was more proper
and reflections lied.
i’ve been thinking more lately
and finding less new.
things i can’t remember
and somehow i do
i’ve been craving a little
and needing a lot
of the vast emptinesses i’ve already got.

discovering the mire.
May 21, 2010 at 10:42pm

the discovery did make me wicked
and i felt the wound directly
i had wandered in
to your lackluster den of selves
where you played you
and i was ill equipped to concur
had i been warned
by experience previous
this space would have found me still
i was here before
my invisibility hadn’t changed
like i assumed it would
a trespasser in your revelry
i had prepared
for a different scene
had i heard what you first said
i would’ve known
i couldn’t make you love me.
the discovery did make me wicked red
and i felt the wound directly.