listening

through my lips
billow forth the fullness
of my soul
but i am alone
so no one hears it
and i am asleep
so i can't understand
only the darkness listens

I know I promised more work on wonderland, but I couldn't get to it yesterday. So this is a poem from early college, so 1999ish. I did a little editing (mostly I cut the last part that doesn't work for me now).

soul visions

Oh! Cut my hair
drain my essence
lobotomize my life
empty my pain
the angels wings must burst the membrane or dissolve my acid soul

you are my sunshine my only sunshine you make me happy when skies are grey you'll never know dear how much I love you please don't take my sunshine away

don't you want to vomit your soul to see what it is you've been feeding?

i think my soul might wear assless chaps and old tennis shoes

I don't really remember when I wrote this, but it was probably within the last two years. Sometimes I just have things pop in my head and hopefully I'm lucky enough to be near paper and pen.