Johnny's Suicide

"Faint whispers on my neck... I hear your breathing gently in your sleep. Now I lie in bed alone, Remembering too much to weep. The smell of your clothes, When I snuggled against your chest. I remembe..."

"He was there. His dark skin, Grey hair, Standing inside the church steps. I felt his eyes follow me, The food in my hand. And I saw his worn shoes approach me--- The Black Homeless Man. 'Ma'am, pard..."

"It's not meant to be understood, Or touched, Or scrutinized. But to be recognized, And beautiful, Symplistic. The feeling, Of being in a large room, Looking at one painting. The feeling of sharing t..."

"I could feel the cool wind against my neck as I stepped out of the two story house.I saw his green Honda Civic (such a nice family car) pulling into the drive away.My bags in tow, I stepped off the po..."

"Am I not beautiful to you anymore? Just a woman on the street, Wearing a nice perfume, Bur ordinary. I want to shine, Like the star you once gazed at, Claiming your undying love for me, And blind you..."

"Like yesterday, When we walked together in the rain, And I could feel your heart beat, When I laid my head on your chest, And I didn't hear that old pain. Have I told you recently how I feel? I somet..."