Poetry For Nobody

Poetry for Nobody is fleeting, intense, lyrical glimpses of our love, loss and everything in between. Poems about the Girl from the Island of Wood, poems from the dark twisting streets of Gothic Spain, poems written to be burnt... All the tears used to set the bricks on the buildingsthe statues on the ramblas have seenthrough the corners of their eyesfrom the rush of the morningto the weariness upon night fallingin the backstreetsthe warmth of stewthe glow of orange stained glass windowsthe youthful calls of art studentsin second hand clothesthe statues rub off the days toiland spend some of its spoilsfood and the lonesome entertainmentof watching other people who have other people ... I've been wanting to taste your mouthI've been wanting to break that fastI've been waiting for the night time to strip the dayto take the flame off my skinand sun from my eyesto hunt after duskto taste your tongueto dance in the darkness blown in from the sea... ... she sings to meher songs into my earI held the smell of your hand with mefor the longest timethrough the nightI never told you I believed in angelsuntil I let them downuntil I took them apartuntil I broke their heartsthe rains not going to console me this timethe rains not going to save me this timeangels have swayed awaystayed awayleft me for someone who might make a differenceif they saved