Wind

The wind sings your song
like a lullaby
and it whispers your words
like strings and tin-cans.
It carries along your smile
on clouds or the backs of birds
and when I breathe it in,
your scent tickles my nose.

But the longer we go
the fainter it gets.

And I want to write a love song
that isn't just a guess.

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I really do apologize for the lame, cliche title. It's a short poem; my options were limited!






"I wish the world was flat like the old days then I could travel just by folding a map." Death Cab For Cutie The New Year

"I need a phone call. I need a plane ride. I need a sunburn. I need a raincoat." Counting Crows Raining In Baltimore

Nothing But Trouble

Oh, son of fire,
oh, fallen star:
what gloom you have brought
to us thus far:
skies of mud
and oceans of tar,
and miles of men
with no life
left in them.
Do you count the sinners
like sheep
to comfort your
tired, boiling brain?
The promised ones
have fled the city;
this scene's about
to get real gritty.
I'm face down
with a mouth full of dirt,
but I'm not angry,
just a little hurt.
You want me to listen;
you want me to see:
there's ferocity and fury
in ever degree.
The fire rises up
and the earth slips out from under me.
Your expression is priceless:
glee and excitement,
a childlike grin
and no tinge of resentment.
You're almost beautiful
as monsters go
and I'm sure this pain
is all you know.
Does doom twinkle
like bombs in your eyes
while you listen to our tortured
and suffering cries?
You dance to machine gun music
and bathe in the rubble.
I suspect, however,
you're nothing but trouble.

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Taking a walk with the devil.






"I talked to the devil 'cause that's what young boys do." Frank Palmeri Talked To The Devil

"And what does a mirror show you, can you see the gray? Your sadness it is quite lovely but it's the sadness of a slave. Why don't you give yourself a rest, oh give yourself some room. You can't get your arms around everybody. You cannot carry the doom...of the living and the dying, how easily you bruise. Oh Delia don't go 'round when the devil's loose..." AA Bondy When The Devil's Loose

"Trouble makes no scene, she sweeps in surgical and clean, leaves me begging on my hands and knees. And she's always on the clock, but she doesn't own a watch 'cause she wrecks me straight into my sleep..." Kevin Devine Trouble