SkipYou skip words like beat skipping hearts Like the dreams in your head that skip many parts. Replaying records and skipping the tune Leaving the words,"Fly me to the Moon." Startling tempests making the grass skip around who's raging fingers reach to where the children are found. Complexity entails when words disappear or clarity proceeds when words aren't clear.Skip
Silent Civil WarIts a Silent Civil War Raged between the lost and the remaining. Its the quiet air raids night after night, On sleeping towns unsuspecting. Its the infantry words muttered under breaths, Tormenting minds without the Tormentor knowing. Its the exchange, voiceless, Empty. Its the Silent Civil War, That keeps us awake at night. Stays in our minds through the day. Reminds us that Outside there is no peace, Only Guerrilla glances, People taken by surprise. With no end in sight,Silent Civil War
We keep our routines going Until the Atom bomb finale shows us the wa
LostIt was similar to that night. No, not the night I lost you, But that dreadful night after. Outside, the wind whispered a song of regret, and Sorrow. The leaves danced on the trees to that rhythm, and the sky wept. Oh did it weep.Lost
Inside the only thing there was a fire alive. Sitting by it, its smoke covered the red lipstick I still wore from yesterday, Covered over the taste of your lips that still linger like a haunting presence. The room, still so quiet, and still so still. The door hung slightly ajar, and the door frame slightly cracked from you slamming the door. I w
How?How does one not notice the sunshine. How does one not feel the rain. Why do people weep in anguish, while victims of imaginary pain. When do people see that what they're doing is wrong? Perhaps these people see that all along. How can people live their life partially alive, and how can the other half live just to die?How?
