Slipping away
as always

Evident elation
never realised

Truth withheld
Pain laid plain
laughing at me

Slipping away
as always

Never knowing why
or even how

Always reliving
the past

Encircled in a pool
of my own idiocy

Believing there’s no lie
in believing

Trusting that there’s an us
in trusting

Hearts are meant to be broken
loves but a token

   

vegwards...don't walk but run to your nearest music retailer and pick up Luther Wright and the Wrong's "Guitar Pickin' Martyrs" put on track 5, "Broken Fuckin' Heart."

It won't make things better, but you'll enjoy singing along.

   

I tilted glass and poured beer slowly a number of times, but didn't get any.

   

Flat beer or pissed off girlfriend? No matter...all can be solved by a proper tilt of the glass.

Actually that sentence is the final line on a beer recipe I have. I laugh every time I use it.

   

Lonely

Lonely days lead to lonely nights
Why do I embrace you
with all my might.
A seat in a small solitary square
I sit hunched and dejected.
Staring.
My fleeting thoughts escaping the loneliness.
to the void beyond the window.
Should I care as I stare.
Maybe a small glimmer of hope.
A moment spent caring,where my thoughts go.
I dared myself to care,but in a place where no one cared.
Now I find myself sitting
in a small solitary square.
Tears dampen my cheeks and time passes as I stare.
Now lonely days lead to lonely nights.
copyright 2004