Train tracks
strewn with
bits of broken glass
That shimmer in
The cold winter sun.
I think about jumping
In front of
The next orange line train

Alone and lonely
The darkness takes me.
I'm searching for shooting stars
in the night sky
but the street lights
are too bright
and the clouds are
too dense.
The rain falls
slowly, it beats
hard on my window
pane.

eyelids heavy with sleep
as my heart races
and dreams await

but I cannot sleep
because my mind races
and my heart awaits

You were my everything.
And now you are someone else's everything.
And I'm sure you'll be another's everything after that.

I'd like to kick you...but really what would that solve?
Matters of the heart cannot be dealt with violence.
One must just suck it up and tell their heart to just forget he ever existed.

The universe just won’t let me forget.

Pink petal pathway
Led me to a land far far away.
Away from gray skies, rain clouds
And reality.

Loose lips sink ships
And baby,
This ship is going down

I’m burning bridges to the ground
And baby,
I’m not going to drown.

A night of drinking and partying
Ended in 2 couches and 3 people.
You playfully pushed me over
Smushing your body close to mine.

I was with someone
but  hadn’t been in love with him
for a long time.
Your hardworking arms pulled me in closer
And you kissed my forehead.

I knew that night I had to end my
Already crumbled relationship

I knew that night that I didn’t want to
Go on forever without ever kissing you.

Blue eyes beckoned,
While your gravity gripped.
I got pulled in and
Swept up by your universe.
Then, without warning,
The gravitational pull failed.
And I fell so hard.
When I reached the ground,
I shattered.
The wind gathered up the pieces
And spun me around and around
It’s storm.
I have yet to touch the ground.

A pocketful of stars
An arm full of old scars
A crumbling heart,slowly falling apart.
A head full of dreams
A world that is never as it seems.

Caged like an animal you are
Living every night and day
In
Captivity. I offer this advice; Life is                            
Hard, Love hurts, and it's
Everyman for himself.

Words slip past my lips
and around the earth while
the sword taps at my heart.

Jars of all shapes and sizes
Filled with nuts and bolts
And other forgotten things.
Screwed by their tops into the ceiling
In my fathers work room withA half dirt floor.  
We used the jars’ contents
To put together mouse traps
That never caught any mice.
With screw drivers and wrenches
And tools I never knew the name of
That adorned the floor and walls.

You were late again.
She was yelling.
Light seeped under my door with words that came out in a roar.
I was supposed to be sleeping.
You were supposed to be home.
I pulled the covers over my head,
Overcome by feelings of dread.
Your voices grew louder and louder
Doors slammed and all became quiet.
I was supposed to be sleeping.
You were supposed to be home

Loose lips sink ships
And baby,
This ship is going down
I’m burning bridges to the ground
And baby, I’m not looking back

It was a once in a lifetime situation
And I blew it,
Twice.
Rusted memories cling to me
Their paint peeling and the outside weathered
But inside is still the same.
I've forgiven
While you've forgotten.

When it rains, it pours,
and usually
I've forgotten my umbrella.
Racing through the rain  
I end up soaked and shivering,
Searching for shelter.
I push through puddles and pray for sunny days
Hoping someday the clouds will clear

It’s the way I stumble with the
Droopy-eyed feel of being buzzed.
And dizzy, muddled thoughts
That have never been so clear.
It’s the slurred words I spoke
That have never been so logical.
The way I stumble around you
And the way you catch me When I finally fall.

I'm making my way through miles and miles of frogs.
Looking for my prince
I'm swimming through Plenty of fish in the sea
Praying for a match.I'm writing this fairy tale
Of love and magic, yet still
Drafting the happy ending.
I was told if I loved something I should set it free.
I'm still waiting for you to come back to me

The coffee is bitter and full of grinds
Still I suck it down hoping it will wake me
Skimming through the morning metro paper,
Hoping for a seat at the next stop until the next stop is mine
The train creeps along the tracks,
The doors dinging at every stop.
I prepare myself for the worst because then
Everything else seems like nothing.
Walking into work I pour myself Another cup of coffee, surprised
That it is better than the usual sludge.
Hoping that today will be better than the typical trudge
Through the mountain of paper work.

Tubes like snakes
slithered through our
poetry class along with
cliches about love and sex
and loneliness.

Tea time
and crosswords
and cookies
cure hearts.

talk of
gumbo and
deliciously cold
plums will always
bring you to mind.