Tracing Words In A Puddle

Damn I really need to get off campus more often.

Prayer
Why do I hear the ocean in
silence- rasping?
Greengrey light dripping
opaquely, while the
wasted remnants of song echo
quietly- breathy.
Stone stillness flutters
nervously
and yet-
Where from these heaving waves?


Wounded Heart
such torrid melancholy.
lovely excruciation, to yearn
for long lost sight you never
truly possessed.
call my name
into the night wind
shout until your voice rakes
discontent.
howl, loath,
write me your oppression in
the eyelashes of the world.
fling, dormant,
maybe then you'll finally hear


Comments? Be nice now, its been many years since my poetry has seen the light of day. Or existed.