First Post

I write often.
If you read this let me know what you think, and if you have a similar style, send me a link.
Ok, here's one to start off.
(oh, i rarely punctuate, capitalize, use punctuation properly, use titles, or spell well.)

settled in discomfort
sheets made of stone
this is what i call home
this is what i call home

youve never been this
consumed by your own
youve never felt this
felt alone

a crowded town
no one around
youve never felt this
felt no one around

i pick up these pieces
become one with the ground
dont think about up
too consumed by down

ive never been this happy before
before life without you
never knew just what love
never knew love never knew love
never knew love never knew love
never knew love never knew love





i slipped and called you hun
whoops!







dont try to shake this
cradle balanced in a tree
dont march a band beneath it
and wake this sleeping child
its taken this long, dear
to wrestle him to sleep





i fear becoming dull
(am i suited to friendship?)
and the moment i run dry
mid may the ice been melted
by the sun beats down
the heat is on
and ive not to offer
but a scorching tan
from sedate days
that life abate
avoid my grooves
dont bear my strife
dont start this decent
and waste a life...

find yourself a jongleur
his twists and flips with colored balls
his wrist it flicks to play a song
he sings of you and sweetness, friends
with him youll smile till the end
never once a restless night
rock and roll till after life

ill just watch
till you seek my ear
when you need slow and want me near
when it gets old and your feet ache
my rough hands will make you whole again
my arms will clutch tightly
your forehead kiss
fingers hair
there there child, bliss
there there

ill be your ramparts
ive always been
my walls just waiting
to let you in
im steady still
and dull ill be
but you can count on me
is that not comforting?