i'm sorry

...i need to be honest, i think you know its coming, i'm covered in lies, though i feel all will be ok, there is got to be somewhere beyond this somehow.. just dont evr,never again....

I do

I'm in over my head and I think I like it Never felt so never felt so complete I'm right over the edge and I'm so excited I can see the ground beneath my feet So don't save me now…

Still..

you can hold her hand, and show her how you cry, show her your weakness, and just crumble up inside...you can lie to her in her face, you can break her heart,you can tell her that you haven't , you ca

looking back at you

....her eyes wide, open, her icy blue eyes looking straight through, such a curious look, of wonder, yet soft a touch of love,

CHILDREN OF THE GODS.

Simple wisdom in an African village.

Lay still my beating heart!

Beneath the white-wet dew-lit foxgloves, The lichens and apricot boughs Beneath the dusky gray church-cock tower And the ambient wet westward clouds, Lay still my beating heart!

Pale white beauty

A love poem of sorts?
Cherry

Iffy

A very iffy poem...

honeybees

frog legs on a bed of hashish, smothered and covered please, for her the barbeque Barbie with roasted Ramona, bananas without the potassium, no mushrooms for her please because she has that dream with
Cherry

Advice on Dying

Face the open window, make collages of clouds Add lovely garden things like fuzzy felt In this, your second infancy Wake to a plume of starlings or a finch

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