Sunday, December 27, 2009

wake up baby.

i woke up this morning missing you.
if i could, in the late hours of night,
i would pull up the sun to rise,
just to wake up beside you.

"i want you to know i love you."
well, i want you to know ive always loved you.
didn't even know of that feeling, until there was you.
complete.

be brave, be brave, be brave.
i miss you, i miss you, i miss you.











Sunday, December 20, 2009

sewing

the washer broke on us at the laundromat.
two dollars wasted.
this pit in my stomach
is making me feel sick.


the machine swallowed my last quarter.
smoking my last cigarette.
christmas bells are ringing
in my ear.
can anybody else hear it?


Friday, December 18, 2009

home away from home.


these things take time.
i never really expected it.
or even saw it coming.

like driving in the snow
and losing control.
maybe falling asleep at the wheel,
or just too trashed to make it.
so, you are crashed and snowed in.

oxygen is running low;
and your breathing starts going real slow.
rescue arrives,
you feel so blessed to not be alone.
a home away from a home.

they are warm and safe
and say they won't let you go.

you say that you don't want to let go.
you don't ever want to let go.

and so,
later on you will admit
that you had to crash that crash,
caved in to be saved,
lost and then found,
to find your way back home.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

chocolate chip cookies.


chapter one: trying to catch up.
it had rained the night before.
the puddles stuck to my shoes.
my feet got wet,
but i didn't mind.
i counted how many times
i saw you smile.
i lost count after nineteen.
you have nice eyes.
and i like your hands.

chapter two: playing catch up.
it smelled like morning.
coffee and yawns.
ciggarettes.
soon, it became afternoon.
too soon.
but then,
you made time stand still.
your face was like a blanket.
the gravity had left me.
just right.


text message poetry.

Friday, September 25th, 2009
between two really good friends:


-Vampire Music, liquored up; somebody stop me.

-Vampire music. Vampires use it and choose it.
The loose quick lipped and mind flipped.
Divine gifts.
Then sign this, & show me to my bed.
Bestow the weeded head.
and so in greed, I steamed ahead.
I felt free and met clouds.
Windy minds melt the proud.
It was loud, but the trumpet rang it out.
It sang and shout and laughed
and licked us
on our faces.
Sure, its facelss but at least it let us taste this.
It's encased with tears of turqiouse and joy.
A surplus of joy.
Serve us, this discerned plight,
fight with those who took flight.

-Flightless, some lose hope and say mightless.
A time for learning more, yearning more
seeking a feeling; place more than warm.
Still, we have all be warned.
Yet we continue in flight,
and choose a path ending in spite.
Whats a win and whats a loss,
when everyday joy has to fight with chaos.
Weep, mourn, get angry and fade
I have found a new home,
I keep writing to you,
but you just never come!
The winds cower over me
like towers melt into the city.

- Never came so bones grew old
and hair turned grey.
It burned away and I felt a prick of wind
and the chill that comes with it.
If it's done that's quick.
We learn to spit and dust off
shoulders that see the grit.
From better days more clever ways;
expose the toes that take in the sun's rays.
Some stay just to hold me,
hoping this hollowing owns me or
they just hope I'm lonely.
The sunshine shown showed
I'm my only.
Sleep finds the words we can't.
The dreams we seem to remember
are just humanified versions of
the real thing.
It's like one big screen.

-Baby, I was nieve and the sun turned gold,
we've all loved and lost, and like that's life:
bee's make honey too.
Melt away, like last night's moon.






Monday, December 14, 2009

digestion.

Decmeber 12th, 2008


I had a hard time digesting your ego because i ate that shit raw.

air

November 30th, 2008


i couldn't help but gaze.
and wonder.
the air was caught, tight, within the ocean's waves.
hovering above, an untouchable haven of clouds
and precipitation.
if only i could turn myself from a solid to a liquid to a gas.
i could go right on up and disappear in there.



the sinking of a queen ship.

December 14th, 2009 at 2:21pm

that day, i shunned away. crept into a place of deep seeded rot & decay.

tore down walls of sweat and stained brick.

this was something bigger than ever before; and this time it was going to stick.

like i said, a deep seeded feeling and, without a clear meaning.

breathing it, inhaling it. sick with it.
laughing off the friendships;
they just keep coming and going.
and then there was the sinking of the ships.

a search and rescue; no survivors.
i cried and tried; the winds were too strong.
and so baby, I know ive been wrong.
never trying hard enough,
I never wanted to belong.
Lonely, like when I was fifteen.
And before I knew it I was sixteen.
Never knew how much I was missing,
and so I closed my mouth
and started listening.
And then it opened and I was singing, along;
I never knew you that you were this strong.
Baby, please help me to be strong.


And then I asked,
Were you ever really listening; to me?
Ill never know.
And right then I started dreaming.
I really wish you could see me dreaming.
and swimming.
Sewing the seams that always seem to come undone.
They always come undone.


When I awoke ,it was too late; the smell of twilight.
And just before dawn, i grew wings and took flight.
i found a star and wished for you that night.
My leaving would not help; out of mind, out of sight.


I came upon a city of beaches.
Ill never know how you came to cheat this
But I’ll keep trying until I beat this.
And right then I started leaving.
Full of sand, sea and mystery.
Did you ever really see me?


Back to the city I was moving;
in no time.
a good place to age; like a fine wine.
a weathered tree.
a lost but never forgotton memory.



Plath-inspired

Sunday, October 25, 2009 at 12:20pm

Everyone learns when they choose too open their eyes,
flowers die and so do we.

One day everyone will rejoice,
Ill find peace and sound will travel
From a far.

A lonely sea moves in my ear.
And with that I drifted away.




And so I search the ground for our shadows to be cast side by side

Sunday, October 4, 2009 at 1:28pm

And I'll hold my hand,
tired feeling in my chest, undressed and never at rest.
Clinging like an innocent child
latching to their mother's breast.

so here I am.
On the verge of giving up
friendships constantly tearing up
down another lovely road,
trying to grow up.

The moon went out
faded to black and grey
the people have lost
I say, rise up in the winter days
the air is cold and the talk is cheaper.
Damn
here we go again.
Fair enough.


Onward and Upward

Wednesday, July 1, 2009 at 2:41pm

Have the courage to stay true to yourself.
Have the confidence in your heart to know what you want.
When obstacles come, and trust me when I say,
They really do come in threes.
Have the fight in you enough to stick with it.

If it was easy, it wouldn't be any fun.

Have the drive and conviction to follow through.
Find yourself by shaking out of your comfort blanket
And stepping out into something new.
Don't get lost out there.

Live as how you want to be remembered.
Never drift too far and become a tumbling tumbleweed,
Amidst a very big desert.
Oh, and don't forget,

If things do go terribly, horribly, miserably sour,
You can always write a book about it .


may your struggles all be won.



Saturday, March 14, 2009 at 5:43pm

oh wednesday:
im familiar with this funny feeling.
the dr. says its the flu but i say its something else;
more or less.
im not the only one.
& i know you've felt it too.

its just one of those things.
it makes the world go 'round
and most of us
can get lost in it.

so instead of talking about it;
we keep it, hush hush
until we find ourselves again.

that sinking feeling?
thats your dignity.
the emptiness in your gut?
your faith.
you might know where to find me.
static electricity and missing that human contact.
youre my cave and im hiding out this time.
hey doc, i need an xray.
i think it just might be broken this time around.



all talk, nobody does it.

Tuesday, July 22, 2008 at 6:54pm

go ahead and run your mouth.run,
and keep running forever.
you'll all run;
maybe you know, maybe you dont.
what it is. and why.
but i.

i will standing up, looking up, kids.
oh. yea kids.this isn't an ego speaking, it's strength.


a drive.

Sunday, January 4, 2009 at 6:50pm

there is really no way to explain this.
so i do not try.
only something a drive could cure.
the feeling of running away, without the act of actually running.

shake it off.
its a cold world out there.sometimes,
i feel as if im drifting below zero myself.
okay, so ill stop short really quick.

damn, there goes my ego right out the window.
id swallow it,but i already did that once before, didnt i?

i chose the road less traveled once.
its like nothing youve ever imagined.

how are you feeling?

me?
oh. im feeling fine.
fuck you very much.



burning images, burning bridges.

Thursday, December 11, 2008 at 2:25am


the knawing in the back of my neck,
the weight in my chest
and the sting at the bottom
of my throat burns. keeps burning.
burning these bedsheets and closed eyes
open lips into my memory.
burning the abuse,
the fiction and non,
the hunger vs. the starving
burning the rape, the violence,
the love and lack thereof.

an attempt to define society and think in numbers.
we -are all victims, -are all sinners and -are all saints. a
nd then the burning keeps yearning.

the murder of crows continue to weep,
crying out, ''my grace, my grace.''
pouring gasoline into me.
an ignition that becomes a flame.

less energy. more sleep.
and so we minus me equals: <
less than.

they too have floated on and passed away
and are alive but dead inside.
thinking you know is not really knowing. '

Dear God, make me a bird, so i can fly far. far far away from here'
'Dear God, make me a bird, so i can fly far. far far away from here'
'Dear God, make me a bird, so i can fly far. far far away from here'
'Dear God, make me a bird, so i can fly far. far far away from here'




hell yeh, this is just one big fucking party.

Friday, September 26, 2008 at 1:41am




if only i had the words i need to say love never fades..

but distance does grow

and then the leaves change color;

we change colors.

more colors than others may never know,

or care to ...

but we will be soldiers marching to our own beat.

i remember the days of falling asleep

in arms that felt oh so too safe.

and the room was lit

like a deep crystal blue.

but, then.

time changes

and

we scrape our car for every last dime

to get through just another day.

of this.

slowly.

fading.

-quickly- i,

me,

becomes the majority.

clocks go round and as do we.

but i never look down.

maybe once or twice.

i force my eyes up,
even though it kills
the migraine that has kept me from sleep
for years.
but there is this light.
this light i know so well.
and then there was joy.
because i know her beauty is real.
unrealized.
and one day the distance
will get shorter.
and time will slow down
long enough for us to breathe.
breathe.
breath.
just one more breath.
in and out.
in and out.
the blue light that never leaves me.