There are too few poets

"He turned his gaze to the white expanse of the ceiling: Thoughts and voices drift at the edge of consciousness a tangible silence of boredom envelops, bringing soft sweeping swells of meaningless whi..."

"My hand rests at my side, curled in lonliness my heart shrinks at the feeling of eyespark. My hand asks softly, to take in its gentle caress your heart, and grow to truelove. My hand needs.  Needs y..."

"I know not the definition of love   any more than you, but I do know that I like you I like what you stand for, what you value   and what you will become (whoever, however,     for you are intelligen..."

"Sitting in the corner walls at my back I am secure alone cold silence of neon lights warms my mind stimulates my eyes digs my grave. Written March 11th, 2004 © on Jun 24 2000 08:03 PM PST, Kevin Watt..."

"alone in the rain, again. should be her but its not i'm being letdown and the impact hurts. I used to like a solitary rain but this new world, once opened, does not want to gently close - it's jaws s..."

"the lead phone wish it was aluminum (maybe soon) I know she likes me - this shouldn't b ehard. I'm so innocent! still, just where I started the kid myself is asserting: thinking I really still am that..."