To The Other

December
can't remember
was the sun white
or black?
these four walls trap
can't really get the knack
of this life
all strife,
never proud
all loud,
and nobody to hear
the fear
in your voice
in your smell
in your eyes.
so many cries.
June
hear the tune
of songbirds-
yellow and brown.
don't forget
you're in my debt.


((ah, :( the indents never save ))

it was then i realized that concious never fades

enterrer- to bury
secouer- to shake
briser- to break

those words were the words i had to define for french, in that order.
they sounded...
ominous.

connection

fall
let go
flow

stir
a life
strife

tell
so much
touch

sing
a while
smile

dig
a lie
die

((it didn't save my indentations... D: ))

Right to You

And i'm spinning, spinning round
my feet will never touch the ground
they won't till i hear the sound
and by then i'm falling.

falling like a shooting star
falling right to where you are
trapped inside that bright glass jar
but by then you're dying.

dying with a piteous moan
your body turning all to bone
and not the devil will even loan
some time for you to love again.