Standing in the middle row
the rain fell like tears, the tears like rain.
I stood silently as an epitaph was preached out among the many listeners.
Everyone faded, all that was left was her memory and I,
No more will she laugh.
No more will she cry.
No more will she be.

Choking on my own breath.
The voices around me burn down to a mere ringing.
Lost, Scared, Empty.
The epitaph is over.
No more will we hear her.
No more will we walk together.
No more will we share moments.

As the crowd dissipated I forsook my pride.
I let down my body to her grave, and kissed it.
A tear tried to escape me. To fall on her stone.
I wiped it quickly. The last thing I would give to her was my love. Not a tear.


J. Andrew Day

last time i saw you,
you wore a red dress white shoes and my kiss on your neck.
the time before was a blue skirt brown shoes and my lips on yours.
i was thinking about you yesterday, so i had to call.
the sun reminded me of a slow day in Chicago with nowhere to hide but in each others arms.
the wind was cold and frigid but you, you didn't notice.

Your skin was... and your eyes.
So warm.
Your body was as rhythmic as a clock steady and strong.
As the seconds ticked away you became more and more fierce, like a wild animal
demanding pleasure

your eyes became tinged with lust and your teeth became fangs biting into my flesh but with a sympathetic gentleness that would soon be torn away.

Your nails ripping through me.
The sweat dripping to the floor.
The taste of salt filled the room.

the smell of vodka

The smell of vodka on a lonely woman’s breath
Watching people dance around

I’ll take her back to the smokey ashtray I call home
My beer can palace in the sky

Sweat and lies
Fake promises
This is how angels die

I’ll tell her things I never meant to say
And fall asleep to the tv
she watches the city down below
wishing she was still at home.

The taste of whiskey on a strangers kiss
Watching people dance around

I’ll take her back to my smokey ashtray of a home
My beer can palace in the sky

My world is simple
The nights never change
Miserable as it may be
I love the flavor of the moment
The bitter taste of an empty heart
Puts some life back into me

Am I to be
Alone and suffering
Am I to be
A traitor to the causes
Am I to be
The one who makes you laugh out
The one who teaches you to fly
Am I to be
Alone and wanting
Or captivated by your presence

I never knew I could be this way
I never saw it happen
I couldn’t see it happening
I didn’t know it

Am I to be
So in love with you
Am I to be
Alone in love with you
Am I to be

Am I to be
Alone and suffering
Alone and suffering
Alone
Suffering

Sorry for the short notice.

Farewell my friends thank you for reading. something came up. and i will be gone
not sure how long.
if i'll ever post again.
farewell my friends.

happiness is o'er me. lingering host esctasy. thought lay fill in bliss o'er hinde, friendship 'twas come to mind

on my left i carry a sack,
in it resides my past.
with no expression
i carry this weight.
without the burden the road ahead would not be worth walking