My hand is glowing
with another cigarette
The ashtray's overflowing
The bottle meant
to ease my pain
is nearly spent
and I'm still going insane
Jul 2, 2011
Jul 2, 2011 at 8:42 PM UTC
I’m left alone with wine and cigarettes
tonight, wondering if I have regrets
I yearned to know the taste of lips on lips,
desired nothing else besides your hands
to caress my cheek, my waist, my finger tips
With ease, it seemed, you met all my demands
You gave me passion only found by few
I crave it now, so nothing else will do
By light of day the torture can be veiled
A smile, a game, assorted hollow things
conceal my actual thoughts ‘til daylight’s failed
By night I feel what disappointment brings
Jul 2, 2011
Jul 2, 2011 at 7:32 PM UTC
Alas! It's dusk; his hunger grows.
The beast crawls into sight.
Briefly he will watch his prey
'til day gives way to night.
Jun 11, 2010
Jun 11, 2010 at 5:28 PM UTC
A firefly flew by today.
I ran to catch him quick.
He graced me with his presence brief,
then gave his wing a flick.
Jun 11, 2010
Jun 11, 2010 at 5:26 PM UTC
From the top of the hill I can see
How the road drips tar
Down the path of least resistance.
What sort of fish would keep
This dark river as their home?
Foul creatures, filled with teeth,
Gnashing at their prey.
I bet I would make a tasty treat for them.
All I have to do is dive in.
Apr 26, 2010
Apr 26, 2010 at 5:05 PM UTC
He shut off the light.
It was utterly dark in our tiny room.
Hands disappeared in front of faces;
Sounds turned sharper and stung the ears.
The other one used to scream at night.
I felt the mattress sink as he crawled into bed.
My nose was buried under the pillow,
Not that it mattered, no one could see me.
His gentle touch was meant as an act of comfort.
But his fingers were cold at the tips.
Lightly, he kissed my forehead.
It was the only part I left exposed.
His fingers, warm now, pushed my face up.
It’s a shame at 21 I can’t hug my teddy-
I let him hold me instead.
There was a whisper, “It’s okay.”
I knew the other was no longer there.
Opening my eyes, I realized his gift.
“Look what I did,” he said,
“I made the dark go away.”
Mar 19, 2010
Mar 19, 2010 at 7:10 PM UTC
Endless nights of playing a game
Pleasurable fights, all the same
Arrogant fathers sending their spies
Plausible faith based on sensible lies
Tumble out of bed and greet regret
Stumble outside, light a cigarette
Take a drag and consider what to say
Redundant motion on a recurring day
With each turn I meet a well-known face
How could I not while I reside in this place
It is hard to tell if I am awake.
The line is dead that parted real and fake
Mar 18, 2010
Mar 18, 2010 at 9:21 PM UTC
In silence we agree
that someday we will be
finding ourselves South Bound.
In recent days I’ve found
this city to be suffocating.
We need something invigorating.
Though when we talk aloud
about being south bound
I notice that it mostly seems
like we are sharing only dreams.
And so in silence we agree
That someday we will be
Mar 15, 2010
Mar 15, 2010 at 10:08 PM UTC
Hands gripped tightly to the wheel
Radio off, wipers on
Nowhere to go
The house is not home
Not anymore
The car was quiet
He had one passenger
His blue knapsack filled
With what he could salvage
He threw the car into reverse
And now the only thing left to do
Is drive
Mar 15, 2010
Mar 15, 2010 at 5:45 PM UTC
I’ve trudged through them before
Like dragging through wet snow
My body has been growing sore
And Time is moving slow
The nights they seem a little darker
The days are not so bright
In my room I see a flicker
And am consumed by fading light
Despite the night I will see all
A motion picture in my head
Tomorrow my motion will cease to crawl
I’ll lie still within my bed
Mar 14, 2010
Mar 14, 2010 at 7:54 PM UTC