PoesieLorsque nous étions amisTraitant le temps comme une ressource renouvelableIgnorants de la tristesse de la vieJusqu'au jour le plus triste de tousS'il vous plaît ne m'oubliez pas
DupeTherapeutic sessionDepression in regressionPurchase therapy repeat what is fair for meYou ought to be there for meDollar and time and words that are cleverNow you are betterRead like a letterNow I am betterNow am I better?
I wouldif you were here right now, i would. i would. and then i would. and it would all be good.
Bottom of the RiverOn a sorrowful journey i fell to my kneesSound of a river surrounded by treeswater cloaked by the shadows, a place no-one seesthe things seem unreal and they do as they pleasefloating from branches to see what is mesouls buzzing like bees on my skin like a breezethey said"stay here forever, and do as you please""the things that are real kill your heart like disease""first sink in the river your pain it will freeze","Then float here with us in the forest of dreams."At first i thought "No", my heart gave a quiver,but they whispered again, a promise delivered"No one can recover a tear in a river,gone like a sliver in branches, come hither!""flutter forever, each wish is a feather,creating your wings, without life's cruel strings!"so i sat at the edge, of the water so cleanrushing line that divides what is seen and unseen.The spirits were restless and watched as i ponderedthe inevitable end to a life that was squandered?"Plunge now!" they did say, "Before sunrise is h