They might find this crumpled up paper
sleeping on the floor because these words...

Gravity is just another word for mistake. We walk...
and are pulled right back into its destruction...

I'm not going to sugar coat anything
Theres no way to start this poem right...

I stand below a monstrous gray cloud
Not minding the beauty that floats above my head...

If we communicated like the moon and the ocean...
we could wave our past goodbye and not be afraid...

Tell me, do you feel it?
Rope burns on your hand...

Another year has went by Papa
Since you’ve been long gone...

They say writers have a way with words. I wish I...
many times I've jotted down a sentence about you...

Crossfire. It's where I'm standing when my doubt...
have drawn their weapons. Recklessly I plea; I try...

Like a fresh pair of silk sheets, your hands...
my fingers, and as your muscles relaxed, there was...

Choke on your alibi, and gasp for polluted air.
Your lies, your words, are nothing but a poor...

Written for a club challenge about sky scrapers
Ash like colors clutter the sky...