Ashke
Bluelighter
I have no need of anyone,
Or so I convince myself
Some days, but then
Come lonely predawn hours
Looking over the churning grey skies
And I think:
I am sinew and bone
To your hot blood and breath.
If you leave my body where can I live?
Stretched like a fish on the sand
Hoping your tide turns back in time?
~*~ Ashke ~*~
P.S. This is no good representation of my current state of mind. I'm doing quite well these days.
But someone asked for poetry, so here tis.
Or so I convince myself
Some days, but then
Come lonely predawn hours
Looking over the churning grey skies
And I think:
I am sinew and bone
To your hot blood and breath.
If you leave my body where can I live?
Stretched like a fish on the sand
Hoping your tide turns back in time?
~*~ Ashke ~*~
P.S. This is no good representation of my current state of mind. I'm doing quite well these days.

old-skool in da house. you don't know me, but i know of you. 'tis good to see you're still around.