here in my bubble
sure ive got my fights
are you watching me?
in my life .
how i deal?
diggin up bullshit?
i saw a groundhog
when i was late for school
one friday
stickin its head out of that goffer hole
lilly chain necklaces in sweden.
by the docks
where translucent fish were,
that i couldn't catch
you swam in pools
but still you weren't there for me
My brother's moving out
from that black pot
he's gone full of your shit
its real.
The other shit is always better to deal with
You know those hard bruises
who said those werent bad?
all anyone wants to ever do is
....is to move on.
June 3o, 1996
when you sit near
ivylee sprinklers go on
and the furnace heats up extra dry and scabby
and the blood drips dry off your stomach
and hail storms down from the balack sky
and you laugh you prick..
and you tickle mewith your nervous fingers until they relax
make me scream out lightningbolts of anger
and you laugh you prick. and you laugh
july 1 96
so just take it as it comes and leave it as it goes
dammit! cloudy skys are grey and blue..
just like the way you make me feel after
you touch me with your rose pedal fingers.
I know i want it.
i know it makes me want to die
enchanting it
like a virus.
that soars through the sky
you know it makes me feel like ripping off all my flesh just to find out what it is
a channel of hope it seams at
that destructive moment.
the only thing that feels good
just stop it all.
for the breath of life.
drown it in all the words you can think of .. or all the silence of my life .
fly it away.
wind princess
july1 96
hiding in the screens of japan.
and the street fronts of america.
in the very clouds that breeze through the skies
a thousand eyes
in the wispy oceans are bold and strong eyes
are forgivers and lovers who live and feel
in the winds.. eyes are watching, helping.
eyes in the pastels of blue, and aqua
eyes, making you feel
after storms and darkness.
during pain eyes are watching
wind comes in through the cracks of despair
you cant notice.. but they are watching
over words and voices, eyes are watching.
just remember.. eyes are watching.
7/2/1996
shade's shadow of light
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