i stare at my frozen screen
the progress bar of my content download
takes a leisurely rest at somewhere around 27%
i am frustrated.
i am impatient.
yet i stare at a frozen screen.
Aug 15, 2017
Aug 15, 2017 at 5:33 PM UTC
plastic leather chair, waiting for the drugs to kick in.
they did.
that was the day i learned self pity is really just guilt expressing itself.
Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 4:16 AM UTC
rain is just the product of a fallen angel's pain.
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 7:34 PM UTC
I keep a toothbrush in my purse
so that wherever I may be --
work, his house, a friend's --
I can smoke a cigarette and reminisce
when you push your way into my thoughts.
then I can run to the restroom
and brush away
the bitterness, and
the taste of your kiss in every single mood.
make clean
the words I spoke but did not mean,
and the promises I made but did not keep.
Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 12:29 PM UTC
euphoria meant nothing
until i heard you say my name.
points have never mattered,
never knew i was playing the game.
melodies through the speakers
running miles in my sneakers
away from all this mess
to happiness
to your arms
to the front seat of your car
wherever you are
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 8:36 PM UTC
well, here's the thing.
i miss you, but i'm not sorry and i probably never will be.
i won't apologize for anything, ever.
and by the time you realize that i have no reason to,
i will have realized i don't need to wait.
Feb 15, 2015
Feb 15, 2015 at 10:59 PM UTC
memories will haunt you,
drag you to the floor.
kneeling,
you try and forget
who you were before.
Feb 14, 2015
Feb 14, 2015 at 10:16 AM UTC
we watched the ship sink
from a rickety life boat
in the middle of the night.
we had no captain,
no oars,
and nowhere to go.
we floated around, aimlessly,
for several days and several nights.
we were sunburned,
starving, and few in number.
those we lost we left on board,
if only as a reminder
(but for no reason at all.)
when i and the other survivors
were prepared to give up,
a small patch of land came into sight.
we used our arms to slowly, but surely,
row ourselves to shore.
knowing this was our only chance at life,
we sent the lifeboat full of lost chances back out to sea.
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 5:22 PM UTC
sitting in a rowboat of the middle of the sea,
wondering where the bail bucket could possibly be.
there's a hole in the bottom
where the water's rushing in,
i stand, face the shore, dive in and swim.
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 5:17 PM UTC
i drank myself drunk,
i thought myself sad.
i looked at good things,
i only saw bad.
i made myself smile,
i stopped filling my cup.
i quit looking behind me,
things started looking up.
Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 5:12 PM UTC