score

please stop?
all unbalanced
all unfamiliar
all ready for fight of flight.

I will not feel better as of the parting, which is a part of the proposed force of action, nor course of action.
I am wanting to think of many many and here we go down the rabbit whole because I have no more time to think of the pauseses and while I had hoped to carve out a place in pace with where i find myself at the time i think it is some where closer to the place of internment and where is this one girl that will change everything around and is it a girl that is further into a race? what time is it when the time has come and how does one eat an entire cake  should you follow the line of logic that brings one closer to the line in the sand and this is how I want you to feel the very thing you are feeling I can only drive here by the round a bout because I have only ever gotten here by such a round about way that brings us to the point and a cartoon movie from the 70's

Two panes

Plastic and glass for protection 

To shield all that is in form coming out.

These fields of roses span the spectrum of reds.

At every turn and every turn and every turn.

Talking of thirst there is no source at this dark tower.

These roses live in response to the truth they know!

It's a dying land in circumference, but this is a fallow faze. 

Maybe a green tower to come?

streaming

I think it was my fault and then comes the streaming
I am sorry dear friend but it may have been me that ended your breath. I have been blind to the short way and i think that my long way always type of life approach has been killing off all the chances and i can't keep top this pace of so slow and speed is not exactly my type of train ride so I just keep stumbling. my dear friends around the corner sit silent in their ignorance and if this runs out of water I will be so happy because the timing

the times trajik and these flowers must be addressed to aljernon, or what ever that dudes name was. was he a mouse?

I do not want to cast a a fishing line across the sky, but it seems i'm tugging at the sun and what might happen if a hand falls on my shoulder?
I must as always offer up the truest of praises, but Im not so sure that i'm trust worthy in all corners.

i am a force to be wrecked with, forget the reckoning. that crunch is oh so familiar and it makes for sure a joyful girl.

I'm glad that white space exists, but I prefer the over crowded shadowy parts. all the actions happen when the ink is on the page.  With out the faces poor out truth, we don't get to see. We don't get to hear. We don't get to.

keep reading the proceeding as its feeding my bleeding
if my blood is the ink that is used to sink the thing you think in the wrong type of rink.

force fed? how does one float?
(they all float down here)

I AM STRONGER THAN THAT BECAUSE I AM WEAKEST OF ALL.
iwasfallingand neededtoturn

Needle pulling

And it is still difficult?

Pull out already!

There is an imbalance and already a lack of surety ...

I'm melting here in this backwards seat.

She does not know and it blows my mind. 

I am special

Let it be stated in the heavens!

Our Father in heaven is great and above all!!!!

She made it to the gate

And am left sinking like always 

Sorry that this is where you step in to try and take refuge, but lettuce is not enough.

I'm over flowing with the need and I don't know the end point 

I think. Might explode

I think I might need to recover 

We shall see...

Strawberry Icecream

I checked the phone
And December came back with vengeance.
I checked the phone
And put it back down to snooze, but the alarm hadn't
I checked the phone
but, those words were still written across the screen.

I checked the phone.
And I knew there was no more sleeping.  I got up and went into the other room
I checked the phone
And decided I should call, because those words…they were still there.

I called back and we spoke for a while but the call was dropped.
I checked the phone
filed away, but still written…that phrase.

I checked the phone
And called via my computer to wrap up.
I had to get to work. What time was it?
I checked the phone.

And all the way to work I wore sunglasses as a mask because of what would pour out but that only lead to leaking so I got there and then comes the openness because I can not help it and it is the best way to be at a time that I must be all the broken that i can.

I breath

I check the phone
I go home and bake cookies. I am missing salt as well as the secret ingredient, but I bake cookies.


I keep checking the phone.

cold wet feet

my feet are so cold
           but not as cold as his
but mine are also wet
           but his will never be

It pours down, and rushing rivers of rain water flow over my unsuspecting canvas shoes.
           but I have shoes
I'm caught off guard by the sudden need for ten men and counting myself amongst them.
           but I'll keep counting

no box no shield but nearly form fitting wrappings and I have not seen such a vacancy since the father of the first time i went out of myself to see about this weight pulling me past I'm trying and stumbling from this unseeable withered



(breath)
         



           but i wither too,
                                    just
                                           much
                                                     slower.