https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sleepininside/Sleeping Inside Like a broken stem, growing crooked just to stand Lost souls like spare change- falling out of the circle- Treading just to be moving- stagnant breath holding up the walls Strained and misunderstood, crawling back onto your frontstep- Crushed into thousands of splinters- canopied dwelling bubble A cave in the small of your soul, climbing in for winter- Autumn slides down your throat, spring lies along your forearm Summer creeps up your neck, dancing , pouring, soaking, full- Trust like a cheap window smear, good for the moment but can't remember when it appeared. Such a lonly day to be alive in-black page in the book of light Crossed over, colored outside the lines, fast falling motion without the wind to ride- Staring at my keeper, boxed in by shadows Chin on this chipped window sill, subconciousness in a concious state- Wrapped around every peice of me, trying to bleed through a steel shine Cutting myself up just to fit inbetween now and then- Dont whourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sleepininside/587466Its the belief of wonderment- That once simple desire- Placeing the gods with a sturdy fingertip grip- Watching disbelief tear into its entree, sacrifiscial departure- Rolling, moaning, dipping- The sea tugs at my bloodied anticipation- Drying sundown with an omnious breath- Shape shifting dawn,...https://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/sleepininside/587464That choke in your throat, the candle after it has burned out, everytime your alone and the breeze tip-toes in for a kiss on your nape- Welcome to my Poetry Storm, all emotions, all mixed up, no way out except to let it take over and breath out of you. Here is my storm, eyes open and ready to hit...