Writing all these poems under a wrong idea
Tell you how I feel, Yet I think I should have...

Sit there in the stage show, a play of many voices
Empty audience, but one person wishes to see the...

Hounds, running through the forest behind them
"turn", "which way?&quot...

Slipping away now, I'm so sorry
I want to hold on for you, I want to smile and...

Always have to sit there
pretending to be happy...

A dream about you, floats through my head
Your face, so beautiful a permanent image in my...

Lucy I love you
your such a great friend...

Walk behind them every day
When they look you turn away...

Have you ever been in a tornado, the clusterous...
No neither have I. It just sounded like a metaphor...

I'm so scared that you will go away
You will not live another day...

My laughing voice is the shape of a cauldron full...
Blaring car horns, arcade games and a seaside...

Perhaps one day, without shadows or dark alleys
They will see, those boats bound for hells black...