Sense of Timing

[narrator]

Don’t try to call me tomorrow
I won’t be up then anyway but,
I can’t imagine every day just,
Working over the last part we worked through
Menial, growing—older and darker in hues

Sing along with the death of a thousand words
They were sitting, and staring, a thousand birds
Looked right through me—inside me
It tied me, down to the light
Still fighting with the dark
Pitch black and the odds so deep in
The dark always wins

Don’t try to talk to me today
I won’t be up now anyway but,
I can’t imagine everyday just,
Tear my tongue out to tell you what this is about
Impartial, knowing—trying to say it all in one shout

Sight—Burning out
Touch—Marring sin
Taste—Evening ash
Smell—Smoking fast
Hear—Whispers last
Time—I never asked

[Tiffanie]

s/t you seriously have amazing talent
have you ever gotten published ?? cause i think you should for sure
you are awsome

[narrator]

I've been published twice...but I get sidetracked when I start writing poetry...I have all these half finished novels and novellas and it makes me sad when prose won't come to me...I think I write poetry to inspire my prose...

[fooeleven]

great

[Tiffanie]

man you should make a book of poetry cause i love them all..jeesh they are great

[narrator]

The funny thing is, is that is what I do, I seperate everything I write into different folders, giving them different names that would be a CD name or peotry book title or whatever
hmmm here are the folder names

Only Attempts at Something Great
12 Simple Steps in the Wrong Direction
A Cover, Words, and a Title
Waiting For Sleep
Permenant Misunderstanding
Unplanned
Before Love
Fall Division
Repetition Competition
and Something Coarse (working on now)

I am weird...but I like to do that