the walls bleed of you
your essence seeping through...
Mrs. Butterworth talking
Kangaroo rides in the pool...
I am here
But far away...
With out you I am nothing the tears they flow...
This isn't a poem.. just a sad day the other day..
R.I.P TOM PETTY...
The vacuum felt
when human to spirit you've turned...
I find it funny and kind of ironic
That you'd have the perfect...
Little Carole Jean
You were born to early...
She dances with her sins tonight
In the moon light they disappeared tonight...
So I have to let it out
From a long time, I have been holding it on...
POEM AT TWENTY PAST TWELVE
He took five steps...
A BRAVE HEART IN THE GRAVEYARD
Spots no height to fright...