The end

Is it the deed or the done
that comes to me now and then,
or in fact the never.

Its a mass murder of love and loss and unforgetting
but what did you wrong
does you no more.

but.
I always wished more
than I granted

Gone or Begun

You shape to sit symphonies
with the fifth

dimension recall procession,
waking to every eyelash
that chooses to blink.

I swept dreams
and often break necklaces,
I wept in hot hair
and over time too.

Spitting raspberry jam pips,
we grew grass sparrows
in desert springs.
The hands to hour
your colours.

The done is the dusk,
the dawn is now,
and forever is simple.
Gone or Begun.

Rant #1

I hate to be typical and rant about men, so I wont, I'll rant about certain types of people, mainly in my experience men but that's probably because I'm a woman.

Why after 5 years, explicit conversations, dating one of your best friends, giving in and giving up, more exact/ harsh conversations, other relationships, living in a different place, do you still have to come on to me every five seconds?

I mean why is it some people just ooze slime? Because it's not likely that you are just like this with me... in fact I know you're not. But you get to me because there's this thing called friendship and it seems to get in the way of me abolishing you to the corners of Facebook. Not that I could.

It seems ridiculous to me that someone would want to ware down a person into a date. What is the use in waiting around, annoying, stalking, ruining all friendship with someone? I can't even think what for really? Surely these people have no real emotion, they feed off romantic notions or maybe just attention seeking idolisation. Too many crack pot ideas that you can have your cake and eat it too, keep a cake too long and it'll go off anyway.

So my rant is this- LEAVE ME ALONE.

I mean there's nothing more horrid I could say to you, it's distressing and creepy.