

TogetherThey sit together on a cold, creaky seat while the bus rolls along the lonesome road. The bus is the last one out of the station but regardless, every seat possesses a body and every body is on its way home. Outside, the wind and snow nip at the buss wheels the way a small, startled dog will pursue the heels of a human. The cold scratches at the windows of the bus, its fingers tapping, beckoning to let itself in.Together
They sit together and show no concern for the biting temperature clawing at the bus or the heavy breaths escaping from the other passengers lips. Rather, they remain close to each other and embrace the warm


All My LovingClose your eyes and Ill kiss youAll My Loving
This is the last time Ill see you, but itll only for a month and maybe a little more. Time will fly - well, it should fly by. It always does. Hopefully I wont miss you too terribly. But I look into your eyes and realize in that instant I will not last an hour after this last encounter when Ill suddenly sense a vacancy within my frame, a cavity, a hole where you used to be.
Tomorrow Ill miss you
Ah, please. Im being overly-dramatic. Youre not moving away. Youre going on a trip! Youll have fun, you


FloorsIII. Sometimes I sink to the shower floor off-white walls and color that hint of an asylum for the mentally insane.Floors
Hot water cascades in dreary, sluggish driblets
that bounce and slide across my skin,
each leaving a trail of overwhelming spite that cannot match the ragged and raspy sensation scalding my throat
because I scream. I screamed.
II. Sometimes I fall to the bedroom carpet its false signs of plush and comfort
offers no soft sensation of warmth: ease of the tightening that closes in on my mind,
the surge to thrash


Hearts in the SandOcean waves are crashing down And roar with anger all around But though this night is suffocating still Well push through the oppressing soundHearts in the Sand
Lets start this plan Well face this tomorrow As the relentless sea Breaks these hearts in the sand Remember this night and The voices in the wind That call me back to you That fill me with memories of you
In the sand these lines are drawn Thoughts that wont fit in this song For the bitter hearts and dour souls Sorrow that cant and wont be told Words remain un


The TyggerTigger! Tigger! bouncing brightThe Tygger
In Hundred Acre Woods at night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could sew thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant hill or vale Sprang the fibers of thy tail? On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare curl the wire? And what stuffing, & what art Plumped the pillow of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to twitch,
What dread seam? & what dread stitch?
What the needle? what the thread?
In what scrapheap was each shred?
What the thimble? what dread thumb From which your deadly terrors come?
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