I had a perfect childhood,
and that's the only way I can justly describe it...

Several times today, I've thought of you,
and hope slipped through my pain...

With one two minute phone call-
reality comes crashing in...

"Hands touch
Eyes meet...

Hey you,
remember me...

Let me ride on bliss colored waves
Then be poured into oblivion...

I am a pen, while
You are a key signature...

I hate fairy tales
No, I honestly do...

It's quiet, much too quiet
I almost feel alone...

*Preformance Poem
The one color that an artist can never get right...

Standing on the edge
One more step to take...

*to be read allowed*
I have a voice...