Well;

I have actually been writting odd little poems lately. I don't want to put all of them up here now. That way, when I have writer's block, I can still posts some old ones up and still feel conductive.

I shall post two today though(:

The Poem of Art Class

The fading traffic lights

the spur of now.

Rest your sleepy head

on this destroyed chest of mine.

The blur of my chaotic tongue

recedes into a fuzzy picture.

As your impaitent eyes

finally shut the shutters,

and your breathing slows

into a peaceful pace

I steal glances

and sigh contemptment.

Sweet smelling smoke

and the clenching of my lungs

arouse your senses

and you stir in dreamland.

The stretching black tar

continues to filthy up my insides.

Dawn will break in the middle of the horizon

and the moon will still adorn the sky.

A butterfly caress is all it takes

for you to clumsily wake

to the new now.

No Take Backs

give me back my weeping heart

it will now be my burden to bear

you're tired of me and my desperate ways

go ahead and leave if you're too tired to stay

because quite frankly, i'm tired of it being yours

give it back to me, place it in my broken chest

please, let the last thing i feel be your gental touch

you don't have to be the last one standing

because darling dear

everyone else has already fallen

That is all.

For now.