ive seen depression,
many times.
felt the knife,
watched my loves hold
it their hands.
told myself never to feel that way.
not supposed to see loves that way,
not supposed to see sweet boy that way.
felt depression.
felt the hurt in my hands.
truth:
not not want life,
just can't feel now.
being isn't helping.
it's an ache that ebbs and flows,
and now that you're gone,
it throbs and holds.
May 16, 2013
May 16, 2013 at 3:43 PM UTC
the good lord said to shy from the forbidden fruit,
but dear lord, i see no way.
i can only pray that you give me hope in the darkness,
that i may see the light,
my love for him is my only plight.
years beyond me and love beholds me,
he is a man who is not mine.
i shall not want what i cannot have,
but lord almighty he's buried my heart in the ground.
Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 11:41 PM UTC
she smiled and said
"it's not the pain or the death that i'm afraid of:
it's what's left of this life."
she adjusts the watch on her left wrist to cover the scar.
"some moments lift us, and others crush us,
but what really counts are the ones in which
we feel everything and nothing at all."
mothers can be so wise.
Mar 27, 2013
Mar 27, 2013 at 11:40 PM UTC
all my loves are fictional,
those who do not exist
have captured my heart.
Dec 27, 2012
Dec 27, 2012 at 1:46 AM UTC
today i learned something
that i never wanted to know.
and now that i have,
i will never be the same.
Oct 14, 2012
Oct 14, 2012 at 9:58 PM UTC
if i were a word, i would be several (words that is).
i would first be callipygean, for its obscurity
and its meaning of rotund rumpage.
i would also be gymnophoria, although i would
pronounce said word with a silent g and sing
gymnophoric phrases to the world whilest
viewing the elderly through translucent lenses.
Jun 18, 2012
Jun 18, 2012 at 9:48 PM UTC
we stood with our faces inches from
the el screaming past.
lights from the tracks were flashing
and we held fast,
in this moment we realized that
the eyes of every person we'd
ever seen
meant something.
maybe not to us,
but to someone.
and that,
that is a powerful thing.
Jun 18, 2012
Jun 18, 2012 at 9:46 PM UTC
i was born into a generation immune to tragedy,
conditioned, we have been made, to calamity.
hearts hardened by television images,
minds numb at the sight of pained visages.
i was born into a generation wrought with fear,
for the end of the world is coming near.
whether by anthropogenic atmospheric grumblings,
or symbols of american freedom crumbling,
the earth is no longer our home.
a place where mind, body, and spirit
are subject to torment,
and every child's aspirations must lie dormant.
the world, as i know it, is an unwelcoming place,
no matter what your sexuality, age, gender, or race.
our forefathers have pillaged our once overflowing pockets
to fulfill empty goals on lofty campaign dockets.
what is left is ours to fix, though not by choice,
and nobody knows if "they" hear our voice.
i was born into a generation less than "Great",
yet it is only we who can determine our fate.
May 30, 2012
May 30, 2012 at 12:09 AM UTC
"everybody i should love, i hate. and everybody i hate..."
my dear, i dont love you.
my body is an empty cavity which contains nothing
but the sounds of isolation and inability.
black are my eyes, because i see the world in a hue of grey,
fitting for someone who has had every ounce of color
drained
by the lack of feeling in my hands.
its not your fault, my dear.
i was just born backwards.
May 10, 2012
May 10, 2012 at 2:20 AM UTC