Thine embers are gone,
Or yet, cold and perhaps blue...

Suicide in lily's cove,
with the twinkling blanket of stars...

***So, I'm back. Well, my poems are at least. I'm...
This is a sick joke...

You were hanging up high,
taking mouthfuls of silly grass...

In the phantom fields of the unseen,
bathing skinless in gasoline...

I once took a snake,
and drowned it in a flower...

The stars reflected from the dirty fingernails,
as one drags his feet across the tundra...

Ruins of an old folks home,
ancient devils locked away...

***Like Hell if know what this poem is about. Life...
He walks, fossilized...

***It's now 3 minutes after 6 a.m. Just finished...
It's definitely not my best...just little...

In the summer shades of grief,
layed to rest like a fallen leaf...

Voice anonymous and unheard,
tongues twisted and slurred...