

Tunnel Vision I've got a penchant for scripting it all out.Tunnel Vision by ~summer-catalyst
An undeliverable mess of undesirable doubt.
Under my tires are miles of dissention laced with hours of invention.
Hours of the freshest ideas that may have brought you closer.
But these tires have crossed mud and sand and drowsy swerves.
And they still know nothing of any script wrought by weakening nerve.
Passing thousands of lines, thousands of times.
They've become razors, making a perforated interstate.
Newly cut roadbed slicing from your door to my freshly cleaned slate.
My side, the fringe left on spiral.
Your side, clean white rule.
Blank, and yet to be filed.


D.S. Al Fine It started with a smile and some quick witted quips.D.S. Al Fine by ~summer-catalyst
Since, an hour has not passed sans your impression.
I came to know nothing of my past.
And nothing of yours.
I came to ask for the truth.
And it was brutally let loose.
Damn the liquor filled lover.
And damn the spirits for blowing my cover.
I don't apologize for this.
This confession of a badly drawn beginning
And its tragically perfect ending.
If there is an apology
It's regarding my declining
Of fifteen minutes exploring your smile's soft outer lining.