a series of notes, prose-poems
stories, bits of play & dialog
Aphorisms, epigrams, essays

Poems? Sure

You try so hard,
And I wish it could be,
But my life's so off,
You wouldn't make it with me,

I'm too crazy,
And you're so perfect,
You'd probably hate me,
Me and my curses,

I'm so different,
I'm a little bit backwards,
So I'm keeping my distance,
No happily ever after-

Is it too late for me?
Is this the only way to be?
Cuz lately all the pain in me is making me insane,
The vacancy,

I can't stand the emptiness,
It's plain to see I may just need an excorcist,
I've dealt with this for too long,
Maybe I'm too far gone,

Too late to be saved,
I'm crazed and deranged,
Flames in my veins,
I need an escape but I was created this way,

Maybe it was destiny,
Befriended with the enemy,
I feel you sitting next to me,
Feels like it was meant to be,

So drink away what's left of me,

You can have my everything-

There once was a kid who'd been hurt
As a result he became cold and curt
But he ran into someone
Who brightened his day like the sun
And stitched up the scars in his patch of dirt

He's feeling much better and in a better place
the negativity mostly has left his mind space
his smile returned
but he doesn't want to be burned
Because he doesn't want to go back to that place

So he's in a position he doesn't want to be in
Because he doesn't want his heart to cost him a friend
Should he play it to the vest
Should he go for broke and invest
Because this'll drive him around the bend

Just a swipe of the pen
and a turn of the page
Your heart shatters
as her blood splattered papers
Reveal the monster inside
Just a swipe of the pen
and a turn of the page
You find you're just an
ink stain in the book