what i have become

less than what i once was
in many respects
and also more
and for every time
by myself
that i was connected
by others
i have been cut loose
and this sin
as viewed by another
a crime i committed
with no malice
will be my warrant
but i never meant it to be so
there is more than words
if only you understood

this one is rather dusty...

i wrote this a long time ago
and it does seem rather sophomoric now
but i'm posting it anyway
because i still love the last sentence



i got caught on a branch
as i was drifting along
and you came to see
so i tied myself to you
for a while
understanding what it meant
feeling what it was like
to be still
and then you went
so i cut myself loose
and i drifted on
its different though
to know what the feeling is like
i liked being still
growing restless at times
and your devastatingly soft hand on my face
that look in your eyes
i think about it
as i hoist the sails of another morning

mr milller, your title, please.....?

a few times
i stole a glance
at you
stealing a glance
at me
and it looked
as if maybe
you thought
i was happier than you
and i would love
to have the opportunity
to tell you
that it isn't so.

a title ? you want a title ?!

i'm not so good with the whole title thing...



please tell me
when you are done
when you've had enough
of me
of this perpetual mangling
of my core
i dont want to think any more
about finally being over
only to be thrust again
into this hell
i will sit quietly
.
my last request
is only that you tell me
when enough
for you
is truly enough

sumpthin'

and though i never had the conversation
i had already envisioned
how it would end
a thousand roads
leading up to the words
"i understand,
you are free."

i can post this

noone will know...


the light
so bright
so painful
only when
staring
everything
gets hazy
and white
only then
i see
you
though not clearly
again
and i'm never sure
if it's me
or if it's you

a little smackerel of something

a far away look
into the future
or the past
and if it doesn’t matter
which one
then we have reached
the vanishing point