poems without titles...-yeah there's poems here I guess
Tuesday, Jun. 04, 2002
In my rubberband hand
Bouncing backwards
Paving words slipped
Through the outside of
Simplistic understand
Blipped photographs
Underdeveloped
Blackened sight
Nothing new
New about
Angry doubt in flight
Silver wings
Against the edge
Flashlight love
Tripped me up instead
Tightly pressed in memory
I jump outside the ledge
and then I wrote this messed up mess that had a prophet carrying a mad missing sign..or something like that.
Dancing with my clown
I kiss you in my sadness
Balancing my tarnished crown
I dream of you inside the silence
The most beautiful of sound
I scream for your sweet violence
I want your thoughts to throw me down
I wish for you in darkness
To hold my hand with love
I whisper to your madness
And I write your face in the stars above
I long for you to want me
The way I�ve always wanted you
I realize that despite everything
That you already do
It�s madness that blinds you
About the sight of me
A tear-encrusted clown
Has cast you out to the sea
My crown cannot save you
Or bring you back to shore
The stars cannot show you
How to find your way anymore