Between... You and Me... a love so grand won’t you understand The Stars

I do not waste my time with things that do not want to be… Like angry schoolchildren wanting to... demanding to live in ignorance,

Little black rocks dotted the side… as I held my gaze down there. What was I doing here... almost crippled by fear No, I’m doing this.

This little book of rhyme holds captive my heart. No, my mind’s the real upstart. Credit to my heart’s a crime. Desperation took the real blow

It is a good thing to have words melted at the sunset. Beyond sense, sybaritic,

I have seen my own death, it isn’t pretty. My face as a corpse is unkempt. It’s ok, I wasn’t perfect. It is strange,

You’ve got to bleed life and be able to write it with a grip in your hand that knows no limit, clenching 'til the roots

My fingers tremble in the cold as I stack the stones in a slanted… I’m accompanied by the hummingbird… who search for the mystery in gard… sprouting within the cracks of thi…

I sat in a lowly lit room in a harsh winter night, fallen into a sense of despair and feeling brutalized by life.

And I raged against my side of th… Only a howling wind to cover my ra… I struck the wood with fists blood… A useless endeavor, unforgivingly… I grew tired of reflections

Stooping low to face the gentle wa… that drifted under my influence. Heard these waters held sickness t… and a simple drink taught desponde… A hidden path felt through the unc…

I was Marcus Arelius in love. Eh rm, except with a woman. I was an excited spark in flight, Ah hmm, albeit alone. My want is mine own, young und old…

Leap forward the meadow An articulate sound The seams of reality Never glistening, seldom found A life measured by pulse,

I swear if I have to read one more poem of someone cutting themselves I’m going to cut myself. Really deep.