

UntitledDeep down inside these gray feelings turn around and round like a whirl pool. They seem calm on top spinning forever inward and downward as if wanting to pull these gray feelings to the core of my being.Untitled
All I want is freedom from this whirlpool of emotions. I don't mean to be so conflicted on the inside. Trying to stay calm for everyone's sake. Not able to stay clam yelling out words to everyone getting looks as if I'm wrong. Then getting no apologizes for getting me upset. I ask for none but they would be nice. Alwa


PathsAlong the beach I seem to trail a line in he sand. Among the night sky the moon seems to follow from behind. The sea flows in and out below the moon and Along the beach shoreline Here I stand alone.Paths
I walk alone. Along the lines of the streets. Up and down, left and right Wait for the buses turning around the corners left and right. But the trains take me everywhere through the streets lower and upper. And still I stand alone.


Frog WifeQueer taste of sleep spit lingers. Grease and uprights form pyramids slant outwards from my burnt face after one blush, thousand blush, tired of embarrassment. I am the anti-father figure by being anti-mother figureFrog Wife
through my love of summer naps with arms out in lines not folded, love of all mud or grimy galleons gifted with such presence cruising into port – boats march in.
By title I am the baron’s daughter am his token to be exchanged for some settlement with a hunter and fanged hound for gifts of plenty – gifts of dea
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Perhaps we're too close to the happiness
to know how to picture it
And sorry for the delay in getting back the thanks due!
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Perhaps we're too close to the happiness
to know how to picture it
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