sometimes the madness comes looking for you

Dear Heart
the night grew long
after we parted
as i longed to see
your form again.
our divergent lives
still meet up
here and again.
how i wish
things could be
different
between us.
give me your heart,
give me your kiss,
give me your embrace
and let us start
again together.
Love,
(as you once called me)
Your Young Poet




there are no such things as real writers.


youth slips away
day by night by day.
it happens
all too fast
as we are
consumed
by our day to day
lives.
it happens all
too easily.
the familiar
becomes frozen
as new things
are foreign
and unfamiliar


The Girl Who Never Sees The Sun
by moonlight
i rise
to live the life
the sun denies.
this is the life
i've always known,
covered,
hidden
from the
day lit world.
inside
not outside
of the
life
so long,
long
denied.
11/12/07