work+in+progress..poem+for+editing


 * I am still working on these poems and I haven't revised them yet and they don't have titles.

__Poem 2__ Through the door, tear covered grass kicked up upon my calves. Running faster and faster past Orian's belt and the little dipper. The beams of the stars shine so bright, they twinkle.

Something I can't be; the weight of gravity crushing blue eyes.

Running faster and faster now. A black hole with innocent blonde locks scattered over the floor.

__Poem 3__ Alone on a deserted unpaved road, subway station floor covered in unwanted gum and footprints. The sky holds gray--blue is too exhausting The trees wilt, the no longer want to embrace their full branches of blossoming leaves, inject the needle into a dark blue vein. Legs dangling over the side of the dock old sea soaked boards start to splinter.