Something Is Missing.

weak but still standing.

all the words that flow through me, never ending verbal sea. none of which amount to anything... not near what I think they mean. All these thoughts Above me circling. pondering if, and what if there was... some meaning? What could it be. What will this bring? wounds in mending. shaping me. Tear it down, now build it up. break my heart but you cant break me. no matter how close you think I seem.

Coming and Going

we’re alone. all by our selves in this unfair world no one cares. what we do or where we go  so why should we? anger burning it comes and numbing it goes. its nothing new to us. driving down these one way roads no one told us where to go and i think this map we have is too old. all we can do now is hope. all alone. our faces  blend into the crowd I guess no one hears us when we speak aloud. so why should we? love burning it comes and numbing it goes its nothing new to us. driving down these one way roads it doesnt matter where we go and I think this plan we had was old. all we do now is hope

Vulturesby offermoord

... Or Give Me Death.

Im nobody, the faceless.

the one you forget and leave nameless.

the one who cares for the careless.

teaches fear to be fearless.

thatll pick you up and be proud of.

the one who will give it all up.

who will bare your pain for a smile.

and all the while....

Im nobody the faceless.

the one forgot, burred nameless

the one trying to find where this pain fits.

wears a mask where their face is

fast loosing their patience.

one thats tired just waiting for days end.

questions existence.

that just want to KNOW.

they made one persons day

then the pain was worth it.

but not taken away

.

by ShawnCoss

In that moment of beauty.

I remember that night. You on your knees, The tile floor. Braced against the toilet. Thin strands of hair across your face. Blood tinged bottom lip. A helpless look in your eyes. And I kissed you. In that very moment, full throws of beauty. I kissed you. I kissed ...

broken windows of missed opportunity timelessly hung in a frame of regret.

I cant stand seeing the old, young, weak, loved, sad, strong, ill, infected, handicapped, unwanted, un noticed, lonely, crushed, disfigured, the religious, meaningless, free, the willing or unwilling captive. the too thin, too thick, too rich too poor, too pretty, too ugly, the just right, the in between, the conscious, the dormant, the used and the users. goldy locks and all the bears. the pigs their wolf, the lines, loops and circles. and then I look in the mirror. I wonder where the hell do I belong? between the lines, out of the details, behind the scenes. the dark side of the moon. somewhere in limbo. just waiting for a green light. waiting for my time. but somethings wrong. I must not have heard the whistle. Was I ready? I was set. and there it goes. Turned around to find lights out, curtain drawn and doors closed.