Christina

The sky bruised over,
turned a blackish sort of blue,
whispered, "Christina."

Green

That 'something' profound has yet to make it's way,
has somehow gotten lost
or simply failed to show it's face

or maybe it's that i haven't been looking in the right direction -
or haven't been trying hard enough,
or have simply failed to be strong enough
to bring about some change

whatever the reason for it's reluctance to appear
i feel there is a direct connection with this situation and
my lack of will to continue.

Changeling

Violent i have bled
a river from the head
a book i've never read
speaks volumes of it's father

changeling this is costly
you should have never crossed me
a dead girl walking softly
through minds ablaze a daughter

your math is a lie
a science that cannot die
as necessary as you and I
look closely and you'll spot her.

Lighthouse

Tendrils, your arms shot outward like mighty missiles headed home
as four fingers forward, mine, waved through the mist left behind
wishing i had never known
such despair.

two beacons, your eyes were beaming giants of the purest black light
searching me as you spoke to me, carefully following the vapor trail of
my longing
for touch.

a fog, a haze, a somehow better, more attractive state - my departure
i am the multitude of opportunities passed over, caught in the draft of your pulling away
and indifference
to love.

Alive outside

Darkness
evades
again
delays

infers
nothing
save
imaginary
days
everlasting.