

Champagne DreamsRings gone, the balloons have deflated Some white, brought in, specificallyChampagne Dreams
A voice that shouldn't be echoes belatedly down the hallway and the glasses contented
Not so much to lay there now, has turned Vinegary, a choking sound, fading pictures
A child's smile, gone, until the next night It begins anew, her bright eyes, suits
Ties, a bit of silver and gold, and for a Moment, I'm happy. Arms around me.
Says "thank you" for waiting, the way it can be felt deep in my bones.
Stays with me till dawn, until it comes And strikes m


Inner ThoughtsI've gone through books looking for the right words leveled forests trying to write them down myselfInner Thoughts
Cut lines, paragraphs and phrases Going here, there, over fjords and up hills
I realized too late, answers come from within And lamented, until recently, wanting something
Until I rushed again, without forethought To do right, whatever I thought it was
And now here I am, silent, cloistered Wanting once more, a touch, a word
I try to find those perfect words again But this time, I find deaf ears and full lungs
I have a mouth A
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There's a monster in your chest. Its a real nasty one, and in a few hours it will burst its way through your ribcage and you're gonna die. Any Questions?
This is Ripley, last survivor of the Nostromo, signing off.
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"You Motherf-BLOODYWORD!"
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"You Motherf-BLOODYWORD!"
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