Saturday, February 17, 2001

my daydreams are of forts in warmer weather and best freinds and hugs and sandy feet
always...is what we say, every time and it never really is....

Tuesday, February 13, 2001

(i was hoping to fall asleep to your voice tonite...)

unknown fate
lies far from
reach.
cold floors against
foreheads
give little
relief to
bleeding
of knees
worn down
in search
of false
hopes


a tear for
every mile,



for every
day,



for every moment
without you.

Monday, February 12, 2001

"and i just want to put my head in your arms, and stay awhile. . . " (mineral)

Sunday, February 11, 2001


hearts abound
cold
empty
chairs
around
dinning room
tables
awaiting
copmany lost
over
tea...
changing leaves
mirror lives
of
lost
friends
now only seen in
fire
place
mantle
photographs


*empty frames
await us all....*

its been days...


cant see snow
out windows
in 2am
dark skies.
it takes


courage to write
it
love to kill it...


pine tree tops
scream
widly at starless
air
could she ever
know?


trapped indside
emotion,
this house
sense of nothing
i have
become.


eyes
closed,
arms
extended
wide
for
dropping
tempratures
and
roaring
tree tops all
unseen under
cape cod's
2 a m
skies