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How do I explain to you The hell that I’m being put through I live in an endless night Boggled down by the pains of life My thoughts Sometimes flow from me Like blood from open wounds I want to cry and I want to run away I want to find a way to just be… I don’t know I just know that I need or want And It can not be filled There are malfunctions in my brain Causing my hunger Understanding that I want someone Just to listen and understand That the blood in my veins is Cold and black I can only ...

The writing bugs bite Making fingers itch Unable to remain still Eyes search For smooth surfaces sufficient Enough to birth the eloquent evocation Of written language that I had the urge to purge Brain becomes congested with bundles Of words Words while In the fog Of being ill And in the Fantastic flush of fever They pour, without Conscious careful connection Between Movement and letters Letters and words Words and meaning Meaning and poetry

Silence In the back of “Bobby’s Bed and Breakfast”, she lay in the hammock hidden in the dark, watching the stars and the moon with her eyes as her mind wandered asking herself; ‘Things are changed, they’re different now, when did this all happen, anyway? And where did she come from?’ “Is this a party of one, or do you have room for one more?” “You have some of the worse lines I’ve ever heard, Baby Girl” The woman on the hammock answered “Yet you still keep me around.” Baby Girl leaned into ...

Silence From the back of the Bobby’s Bed and Breakfast, she lay in the hammock hidden in the dark, watching the stars and the moon with her eyes as her mind wandered asking herself; ‘Things have changed, they’re different now, when did this all happen, anyway? Where did she come from?’ “Is this a party of one or do you have room for one more.” “You have some of the worse lines I’ve ever heard, Baby Girl” The woman on the hammock answered “Yet you still keep me around.” Baby Girl leaned into ...

Walking the path This was a cool autumn day, past those Indian summer days, when the weather is warm and summer tries to hold on for just a little while longer. These were the days of bitter cold, coats and gloves, but not a snowflake in sight. The leaves had long since finished changing their colors and the trees began to show their true nature as the reds, golds and yellows fell lazily to the ground; Mother Nature was getting ready for bed. Have you ever noticed how the leaves, when you tro...