When I'm standing in the middle
Of the pouring rain...

Alone sitting on this stool
tilting my drink up to let...

The room was that of pastels tainted
with the shimmer of iridescent whites...

I've come to the conclusion that my words
really don't mean anything other than...

Paint in her eyes, black as night
Her smile is full of pain...

Did you wonder where your dreams come from?
A magical land or the subconscious mind...

Deception speaks a whisper to me
and blows my hair abound...

a poem began with a thought to a dream
where the paper met the pen...

I remember when I saw you walking down the street
Every smile you gave made my heart skip beats...

She sat on the bench letting the breeze flow by,
Her hair swept away like a feather in the sky...

As I laid there my body thumping
my mind seemed to be twisted...

The rusty barrel sits in the alley way
orange that glows from inside it...