06/22/99
Bruised
in this we are together
broken and confused
we wander through a lifetime
bewildered, yet amused

in this we are forgotten
a face within the sea
known without the calling
this quiet time to be

blacks and blues, our mascot
signified in time
broken down to endings
redeeming all we find

sleepless in destruction
the narrow, finite views
that cloud upon our cover
the power that they use

silenced in the minute
a dynasty to all
forever in the entries
of children known to fall


06/22/99
Nonsense
violence in flowers
and torpedo kittens
falling like raindrops
on childhood's mittens

beauty so brightly
together they've shown
the joy of tomorrow
and fear of unknown

broken and stable
innocence cares
for bottles and switches
and friday night dares

all of the stories
shameful, untold
given to schoolgirls
believed to be bold

but silent with shyness
we all fall apart
searching through nonsense
in this broken heart


06/23/99
Die?
a shard of precious silence
thrown here once again
wrapped around by teardrops
scattered by a friend

broken by the aching
this tattered, little soul
lost within the transit
from life to anger's toll

muffled by the screaming
we're comforted in shame
this secret time of sharing
clouded now with blame

we're not allowed emotion
no, not between good friends
these petty times of silence
stay with us till the end

unconcious of our living
each to tell a lie
we all fall down like flowers
but can't recall to die


06/30/99
Please Call
this loneliness, forever unbroken
by your presence
on the end of the line
and at the ends of the world

how do i compete with happiness
and compassion?
there's nothing left
when you don't call
i feel as though i'm lost
in this jumble
of words and thoughts
and unshed tears

there's nothing left
when you're not here
an open agenda
with no chance
to be filled
i'm broken
when i'm alone

a world of silence
and violence
and chaos
i'm swept away
in its current
wishing only for a chance
to live,
to love
to give.
but there's nothing left


they say the power
to live is within
your soul,
but my soul is torn.
greyish fabric
scattered throughout the cavern
of my heart
yearning to be mended
by you.

please call



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