As a child
I always wanted
To tag along
With the older
Boys now the
Younger ones want
To tag along
With me times
Never change do
They we do
Category: Friendship
Home
As you move
Farther away from
The thing that
You called home
The smaller it
Becomes until you
Arrive some place
Else and it
Gains your importance
Home is never
Where you were
It is always
Where you are
Some
Some guy some
Place some where
Some time some
Paper some ink
Some thoughts some
Feelings some nightmares
Some day dreams
Some sour memories
Some fragrant hope
Some ideas some
Some beliefs some
Faiths some family
Some where there
Some religion some
Dogma some sex
Some love but
More sex than
Love are we
All nothing more
Than some things
Bowl
I trashed ripped
Stomped pulverized and
Tore every single
Bit of you
From me and
Now I’m left
With something far
Worse one big
Horrible empty hole
Maybe I should
Have left you
There where you
Were occupying something
But now I’m
A bowl with
Nothing in it
Hell
Most of us
Live in boxes
Some our design
Others are theirs
The choice you
Have is whether
To build your
Own temporary shelter
Affording your freedom
Or being captive
In those of
Another called hell
