

The Simple ThingsA sweet birds song Sung all day long, A babys joyful cry, A mothers lullaby, Cotton candy at the fair, Soft, sun-kissed hair, Your hand in mine, A tooths white shine, A butterfly in my hand, A flower growing on the land, The fruitful tree, You and me, A gentle breeze Weaving through the trees, A nights cool calm, A ladybug cupped in my palm, And last and most true: You.The Simple Things


ForestThe darkened pines may beckon sweetly But fear what lies behind For though their branches are arranged neatly Fear the thoughts of the mindForest
Their needles are all in line on every branch But their trucks are twisted And although their branches refuse to blanch
Their minds color never existed
Their bark may be the most beautiful hue But inside is sickly green And on the tips of every branch lies dew A cover for an edge keen
So fear the forest full of pretty trees And heed not their call Listen to them and youll end up on your kn


KissPeals of light laughter erupting from your mouth The sound of bells ringing off a distant shore However this shore is close to me, oh so close I can feel your breath gently stirring my hair Making that on my arm rise with anticipation A whisper in my ear too soft to hear, oh so soft But I dont need to hear your words to tell what you said The tone you used gave it all away in a flash And it has been entirely too long, oh so long Flesh on warm, willing flesh, a sinners embrace Like riding a bicycle, you never forget The motions the same every time, oh so similar &nbsKiss


FirstStatic jumps from side to side Proximity drawing me inexorably forward Closer and closer to the red The flower in full bloom Lush petals beckoning me in The barest touch is the most fulfilling A whispered word of love chills to the bone And as we touch I shiver in pleasure Both physical and emotional And I am happy that my first, My most special, was shared with you.First


HellIf I were to hang suspended in the center of the air Held by an insubstantial nothing that really wasnt there In a big white box with neither windows nor doors, Where the very walls around me could be considered floors. And if this room were as empty as the beginning of the world Before the great cosmos had begun its mighty swirl. And if the colors in this box were only shades of gray Incompatible with any other color today And if the smells in this box were completely nonexistent And if the light around me were as equally distantHell
As if it had hailed from the very last twiligh


ReunionI think I hit the water at sixty. Or it hit me, I'm not sure. I'm never sure anymore. Anyways, It felt like I'd hit the water at sixty, When I saw you again. Everything flooded back, And I drowned.Reunion
Right there on the platform I was drowning. Screaming things,
Through my nervous smile, That you needed to hear But never will. So I paddle towards you, Slow and steady, Trying to pull myself up and out of this sea.
Suddenly everything freezes. I'm stuck amongst the shards of ice, Pressing against my heated soul. I


Eleven more days...Eleven more days Which I long to pass like a dream The days we spend so faraway Have slowly left me unable to screamEleven more days...
I can't stand the distance Every night I find myself crying Against my own weakness I prove no resistance Without you, my heart bleeds, dying
I can no longer dream And wake without your presence The illusions failing to be real My comfort in them lessens
And no longer do I wish to hear The songs that haunt my mind I only break down, without you here Your comfort which I seek, I fail to find
I only long to
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