used tissue..

you have been discarded..
ripped apart and thrown away..
wasted words..
foolish trust..
cold hands led me to the dark..
impulse hurts me deep inside..

i have let myself down..
i have fallen and failed..
i am weak with no resolve..
lost in my own thoughts..
i want to run away from it all..

used goods..
that's all i am..

river grande..

i fell down the river grande,
into it's deep murky waters..
spinning out of control,
barely keeping my head above the water..
the under currents were too strong
as it dragged me to the bottom..

beneath lay a strange but familiar creature..
a usual sight in my dreams..
drowning in words, heart raptures in delight,
we played beneath the murky water,
eyes closed,
finding each other with touch..

as i emerged to take breath,
i realised how lost i was..
i was swept miles away from home..
a sigh of relief, i was not scared..
i have longed to run away for so long..
to let the currents sweep me by..
to not be in control..

the creature disappears from my sight..
leaving me with nothing more than a dream..
i am tempted to go after it,
risk drowning and losing my way..
the murky water of the river grande are not without risks..
if only i could breath underwater or take flight..
i would sore into that creature's arms again..

for now, i just drift..
and let the currents take me down..

puppy love..

it's a hot and humid night..
sticky sweaty skin clings to your clothes..
dripping down your neck..
heat radiating around you..

and a storm is slowly brewing in the distance..
maybe bringing a sign of relief to the masked frustrations..

puppy dogs chew at your feet, lapping up your attention..
abandoned young puppy learning to trust in love..
the older one has too many bad tricks..
he keeps running round in circles, dancing around..
probably too afraid to stop and hear the silence..

you wonder what it would be like,
not restrained by your own chains..
the dutiful dog looking over everyone..
staring off into the distance..
worried about the storm,
desperately trying to keep everyone safe..

but no one plays with you..
you just fade into the background..
no one notices how you feel..
silent barks and empty howls..
you can't trust anyone with words..

and so you sit..
and wait..
in the dark heat of the night..
to bite..

passing by..

hidden words whispered in the night ripple out into the universe..
do they spin out of control?
do they take flight?

moments captured interpreted in many forms and angles...
dark shadows, bright lights..
tiny details slowly fading in the background..
aging..
changing..
evolving..
dying..

these words dance around in your head..
sweet nectar making you intoxicated as you breath in these forms..
they take shape..
but only for a brief fleeting moment..

all but alone in your thoughts..
clouds that cannot be tied down,
you watch as they pass you by..
taking in the moment that can never be recaptured again..

words fade and soon darkness falls..
hushed into a corner, you retreat with nothing more than a memory..
that once again will soon be forgotten..