Crying Feeling

Missing you is like crying
I wish I had told you this before I cried.
Emptiness envelops me
A white hotness then black
Then, just black
Tears now
Or just the feeling

With my intestines its string
The yo-yo of my stomach twists
Vibrations originating in my brain stem
Overcame me
My body refuses the action
A swelling held back
Biceps, Triceps clenched

It was something I said
And didn’t

Alone now
Jail is like dying
I wish I had told you this
Before I died.

~ Books P.

Multiples

If you have nothing
To do all day and you write
Then you're a writer


Jail freezes your body
Your mind pursues higher things
Thus All is not lost

~Books P

Author Note:
I wrote a significant amount of poems this month. More than enough to blog them.
They just leave me so naked I do not want to disperse them just yet.
When this time passes that inspired me. They will be viewable.
~ Thanks, Books P.

If I could show you

At a particular time, I composed a particular piece for you.
I mentioned monetarily even though I knew I didn't want to show you.
So forgive me, if I shield me, behind a mere facade.
But I am meagerly, trying to manage, saving face and it's so hard.
Jail is like dying.
I wish I told you how I felt before I died.
And If I fail to fulfill my flaky goal... well at least I tried.

~ Books P

April 3rd

He was born today
Son I never had alas
Would be wife escaped

~ Books P.

Month of Writing #2

Say I couldn't sleep...
Thinking about her again.
Is She writing too?

~Books P.

April 1st - A thought

Await the woman.
If she shows it's a bonus.
Don't trust what she says.

~Books P. 2009-04-01