He talks with eloquence

Quiet
      dripping
            midnights
shaken anxiety laced
      into muffled smiles long has he waited,
lost in bruised shadows
       to taste golden sun-rays
                               on his parched skin
he talks with eloquence 
    hidden in his paper thin cacoon
 carmine stained through his chest
bearing his heart
          for collective eyes
weary of faking
          happy countanance
he allows the wieght of pain
       to splinter his intracate mask

Transient

Our words are fleeting,
 as we are the receding tides of
   polite and strange,
       strung along on high hopes
               of better futures,
       still lingering on the horizon
but how much longer will it take
  for your mind to make a shadow of my memory?
      my place with you is transient
I leave you untainted and
        able to wash your hands clean
 I'm still hung like your laundry
          on dirty back alley lines

And I apologize this sucks but I don't know what I'm doing any more

My image, is a sham
 each shadow I cast is hollowed
    and barren of sensible form
my heart beats numb
       notes through my veins
for I have lost
       authenticity
I have lost acumen
 and the reason I picked up my pen
my broken lines
are lost to rivers filled
    with the hungry mouths of pirranah poets
ravoneous for publication
  I have Primed and pampered my words
into pretty little
      lies ment for you
Spouting out hollowed meanings
     that I never was attached to

Dear readers,

I know there are not a plethura of you however I feel compelled to share my smal victory with you (well rather large) I have become a semi-finalist in the National Ameture Poetry Contest, I also will be PUBLISHED in "From A Window" I am so excited and I thank everyone whos ever talked me out of quitting poetry you know who you are !