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712 · Aug 2012
153. Melody 8/22/12
ERR Aug 2012
Nimble digits, soft and dexterous
Ran the narrow neck of soul strings and hollow body ever-carried
Her holy harmony captivated
She sang his tortured mind to rest
Lullaby, there is some peace yet to be
For broken bones

They shared skin to save words
Dumb warm speech
Comfort of a temporary embrace

When her voice seasoned his bland
There was taste again
He loved her as
She flew away
Melody engraved
710 · Mar 2011
80. Mound 3/7/11
ERR Mar 2011
Northward bound with hound in circle round
In a neighborhood known as home
We climbed a hill, and he’s a puppy still
So he pulled me the whole way down
We saw a lit, empty vehicle in a driveway, sitting idle
Traversed a cloud of fog through narrow haunted lane
Heard creatures roaming out of sight, taunting those in the light
A shadowy silhouette ahead of us darted out of range
Then came the rain
Gentle like a kiss
I removed my cloaking hood for I didn’t want to miss
Precipitation in spring is a wonderful thing
And livens even the darkest of moods
I often store parts of myself in the tangible
And this walk filled with the familiar was dense
Once all I knew, now so distant in time
I have come to spread myself so thin
I wish some days that I could gather and save for the duration
Each trace of existence and instant of life
Yet the scattering will continue as more memories form
The mound of me divided into clumps of dirt and dust
Like the lining on the floor as I enter the basement
To hang my coat
And the leash
And think
Everybody dies
702 · Nov 2010
42. Paint 11/13/10
ERR Nov 2010
I drift but a barrier separates me from
Unconscious percolation
My snapshot of my chamber is altered
Skewed, rearranged, differed and changed in my brain
Add contour, remove shadow
Stretch and distort objects remaining at rest
Levitate or make vanish, flood the dull with color
I have the power to paint the world to my liking
As I lie motionless, I interpret this
The light fixtures suffer simultaneous seizures
Shaking, quaking, tremors through time and space
The room has a distinct vibration
I am a plucked string, a struck chord
Sending my message to the walls and receiving their echo
The darkness around me fills with brilliant light waves
I am amazed by their purity, white and dazzling
First docile dots, then elongated tubes
Indicating motion
The vessels acquire a spectrum
My field of view is well decorated with ornate luminescence
These happenings perplex me but the wonder wears off
My still frame is a play thing
My version of existence
696 · Nov 2010
20. Shmingo-Fall 2008
ERR Nov 2010
I forget myself
And we is understood
The absence of my mind is flooding
Full of thoughts and color
The words are dancing on the page
And everything is blooming
Together rediscover
All the little things we know
The tangent line
To yours and mine
Is cutting through both space and time
And oh that sinking feeling
I’ve become both floor and ceiling
My comfort in an apple bite
I’m sledding on the light
My trapdoor to imagination
Fueling mental condensation
Panicking, ranting with no filter
The thread of we unwinds
696 · Jan 2012
129. Forgotten 1/29/12
ERR Jan 2012
Like
The taste of blood
First high
Hope restored
Her night terrors
Daily routes
Puppy
Scars
Mint and chocolate
Suffocating
The children’s faces
Rock bottom
Real love
Coltrane’s solo
Thirsty roots of a depression tree
Snapping bone
My worst mistake
Our conversations
Antidote is poetry
Mortality
Snow
So many strangers
Permanent pains
The color green
Choosing life instead of
Counting trains in an empty station
A million fibers in
An ugly sweater
You will never be forgotten
688 · Dec 2010
55. You 12/21/10
ERR Dec 2010
In description and depiction
Your face has escaped my words
You defy my understanding when I thought myself well-learned
Like the meaning of life, or death in turn
You are the sensation when I step through specter of top stair
Simultaneously taking my breath away
While reminding me of the earth under my feet
For which I am grateful
You are the rainbow teasing me from the oil spill
Coagulating in the concrete streets
You came about by chance
Filled my mundane life with beauty
You are the simplest of science experiments
Famously reliable
Tested and proven so many times through the years
That I have come to accept you as fact
You are the trust between a mother and infant child
Love growing with each day and smile
A symbiotic synchronized rhythm
So strong that it is natural
You ask me sometimes if your lack of presence in poetry
Equates to a lack of presence in my thoughts and feelings
Quite the opposite; you come to me in my everyday life
Darling I let the beautiful speak for itself
686 · May 2012
143. Poet 5/18/12
ERR May 2012
How do you make your writing unique
I asked, how do you create images that no one has seen?
The poet answered
The trick, he said, is not to create the unseen
It is to describe things everyone sees
In a novel fashion
Have you ever seen water?
Sure, I said, everywhere, what does that have to do
With anything?
Well, he replied, snowflakes are made entirely
Of water, which is everywhere, and yet
They are each unique
One does not need to invent a substance
He needs simply to use it in a special way
Make snowflakes from the water around you

Interesting, I thought, but where do
The ideas themselves come from? How do you capture them and write them?
The poet smiled at this; I most certainly do not capture them
Imagine catching butterflies with your bare hands
If you ****** them in flight, you will damage their wings
And you will not have the beautiful creature you wished to obtain
If you allow them to approach you, however, or approach them gently
You will maintain their level of excellence
And when they are finished they will
Float away, weightless

Wow I said, what a wonderful scene
But how do you know to believe in these things, in what you write?
The poet chuckled
Well, he said, they were apparently able to move you
And I just
Made them up
683 · Nov 2011
120. Elizabeth 11/17/11
ERR Nov 2011
I see you once a day
At the junction of our opposing schedules
And on weekends when
I’m working and
You’re having fun

You probably think I’m weird
But you never treat me like it
Always a nice thing to say
Like I hope your shift goes well
And four ay yem comes quickly
Or even a polite, wordless
Smile

You’ll never read
Any of this
And probably don’t understand but
Thank you anyways
You make my day
674 · Nov 2010
34. Rafters 10/26/10
ERR Nov 2010
A chapter I’m after
A secret hid beneath the rafters
Focus my attention on my senses many masters
Imminent danger in her vertigo fade the water spilled
Visit became hostile and now the mood is killed
Making time to make up for the time that we spend fighting
I’m impatient and inconsiderate and I take it out in writing
Today we seal the dam, my release has been contained
Forget the recent pain when my vocal cords were strained
The ice begins to crack and fresh green can newly rise
Life is born again and we are equal in her eyes
As of recent tied into a fiber woven strong
Threads of shared being as we harmonize in song
Evolution tests us and we mold to where we’ve been
Malleable and flexible and flowing in the wind
Worry presses on torso like breath held underwater
Ponder self on number line to death from mother and father
Commitment with a witness I anticipate of late
Survive the Ides and any spies, assassin doubts would penetrate
672 · Feb 2011
75. Endure 2/21/11
ERR Feb 2011
She was a mixture of red and blue
Combined before violet ensues
Awfully thin for such a warrior heart
Exchanges scraped the ocean floor from the start
Parents that lived for getting high
Father left her by now-sober mother’s side
Aimed to please, affection needs, she looked for other’s best
But found the rest
Men can fake charm and kindness for selfish sake
Target women who were overlooked and dangerous attraction make
Convince that they are necessary, isolate and break all ties
Slip chains in women’s drinks and let hidden hate thrive in lies
My shackled friend was weaker then though now you’d never know
She broke free from abuse of *** and beatings made her grow
Her skin is thick, her thoughts are quick, and any pain she can endure
I am so proud of you, flowered friend of fiery azure
Burn your hurt to ash
672 · Jan 2012
126. Eggs 1/4/12
ERR Jan 2012
I met a lover, once
In a diner where the mud was strong
Everyone was honey, and heart attacks were delicious
He gave her a bag filled with
Her favorites, and drizzles of lexicon
(She was the only script he ever burned)
Not a word was returned
But her chatoyant glazzies watered
And he swore for
A moment
She loved him back
Disproportionate, I thought, to the months he'd spent
Planning a tribute for her origin day
Less than I spent on his remembered name
As it trickled down a dampened page
Runny, like he hated his eggs (a shame)
I sipped my mud and wondered
Why do men love rope
670 · Mar 2011
81. Magnet 3/10/11
ERR Mar 2011
I was born a magnet
Capable of ******* shrapnel shards
Out of the aching bodies around me
Heat-seeking pain pieces reach me with a purpose
To be transformed into tolerable troubles
Eased by a new outlook and positive spin
Stories need to be told, so strongly so
That at times they burst out unplanned
I carry them like Giles Corey
Demanding more weight
For other’s sake
Lives can be changed if you set out
With the conscious ambition to do so
670 · Nov 2010
22. Princess-May 2009
ERR Nov 2010
I just don’t know today;
Seventeen years I ought to pray.
Those who saw her every morning
Now empty chair and mourning
I did not know her well
But felt from the ones around
She was a sorest loss
Which shook the entire town

I watched them empty her locker
At the start of a day so sad
Ripping the pictures down from the walls
Like her soul could fit in a trash bag
ERR Nov 2010
Midnight Express
No more no less?
Forgot my stop
But then I found
Don’t fall asleep
Because you have to keep
Your eyes open all around
If the greedy
Are just the needy
Who could never hear the sound
Then shut your eyes
And listen for
The colors from the ground
664 · Jul 2012
150. Skips 7/23/12
ERR Jul 2012
Even a bad rock
Skips with a good toss
Not everyone is born
Flat and smooth
If holding a bumpy one
You just have to
Throw harder
And meet the water
At its level
Splash
Splash
Splash
They glide too
659 · May 2011
99. Weight 5/23/11
ERR May 2011
She slapped me across the face and said
I’m never speaking to you again
Then she kissed my still rosy-raw handprint cheek
And kept me up all night
Tells me in one ear that I’m special
Painstakingly chosen, gifted to speak unique
In the other ear I hear about all the others she treats the same
Her visits and her calls are haphazard and irregular
I drop what I’m doing to channel her gospel
Which later reads insane secular
Sometimes inspiration is hallucinations are inspiring
The weight I wrapped in tender embrace no more with morning ‘riving
Each time she leaves me with a stuffy mass of lines
A messy page that she lets me keep for life, and before
I even finish reading, she’s out the door and with
Another I don’t even
Know if she’s
Ever coming
Back
655 · Jan 2012
127. Sensation 1/20/12
ERR Jan 2012
Every day, she says
I think about that happening
And I want to shoot myself in the face
Don’t you
Dare
Mention that again
She wakes from the remembering, empty
And attempts to rouse a heavy husband
Who doesn’t budge
She downs the stairs
Empties a bottle
Fills an ashtray
And moderates sensation

Some thoughts
Can’t be contained
650 · Jul 2012
146. Candle 7/7/12
ERR Jul 2012
I stared into your universe
And watched our father
Blow the candle out
The wisps of smoke are haunting
Your warm shot intravenous for
Ever pretty picture

There is no such thing as death
Dog is love
649 · Nov 2010
44. Strange Lady 11/16/10
ERR Nov 2010
A long time ago I left my house
On a journey to visit a friend
I took a familiar route, cutting through a stretch of woods
I encounter an old woman present with her canine
Chose to stay and converse somehow knowing that I should
She slipped seamlessly through several tongues
English, French, Spanish and Russian to name a few
I knew but two
We settled on French quite soon
Dialectic emerged from broken friendly phrases
Compared and shared our stories, the young with the old
In the back of my mind my destination urged me to leave
But the power of this woman’s soul kept me in her hold
We laughed about the chance of this spontaneous encounter
A rendezvous of unknown persons at the jungle’s edge
She told me I would later say that “this is a strange lady”
I walked away and dwelled upon every word she said
647 · May 2011
100. Similar 5/23/11
ERR May 2011
A sedan pulls into a gas station, cutting me off
Full of five Irish thugs
Do you know how to get to the hospital?
Be careful
Said the biggest one, several scowls
Ok I will, smile walk home lock door they did it again
This was kind of similar, only it was
One guy, quite huge, in our home instead of near it
And he was much more specific
About how he would **** me
Bullets
Or
Blade
I will be back tomorrow
This happens to me a lot, I thought
644 · Mar 2012
134. Collection 3/4/12
ERR Mar 2012
Sorry I’m late everyone
Crumpled sleeves and neck knotted non-nimbly
With slacks that droop and bag a bit
Making the rounds
The white walls naked and cold, bare floors with no sleepy feet retreat
You look good John, real good
Better without the gravity induced smile and fist full of faith rocks
I appreciate your approval from
The other night, and I plan on asking her soon
Some more faces slumping about through throngs of hushed conversation
Still miss that cooking you know
Or those curls, rasp and break shake grip
My sweet Bear, I will run with you again slinky brother
I still come-to holding not you
Not sure what to make of ya Mike, irksome island soul
Fuzzy blur or silhouette at best but angry you I’m sure
How long will the collection grow?
Another dusty shoebox locked up in the attic
640 · Jan 2012
130. Passion 1/30/12
ERR Jan 2012
One is in the truest sense
Distraught
When passion
Is present
Where talent
Is not
636 · Nov 2011
122. Recipe 11/20/11
ERR Nov 2011
Not enough money
And too many tomorrows
This
Is the recipe for an
Addict’s sorrows
Cough, spit, bleed
Sticky fingers lying
C.R.E.A.M., it seems
And I’m dying
631 · Mar 2011
77. Presence 3/3/11
ERR Mar 2011
You have a presence that shakes the air around you
And I imagine everywhere you go
Subtle music is beautifully vibrating
Sometimes
I
Can
Hear
It
Slow and mournful
You make the song that
I want to listen to at my
Funeral
From above
Weeping strings fade to black
627 · Apr 2011
93. Mute 4/18/11
ERR Apr 2011
A mute man serves his sentence as one with brilliance on the tip of his tongue
He learns that his light was never meant to be shared
Even if someone cared to know
Any and every act of aid he made was poisoned by wicked words
Doomed for eternity to be birthed from the mouths of others, serpent speech
His voice hung itself on a drunken whim, left no letter to explain
He wonders sometimes what his own vibrations said before the quiet came
The conscious tone that narrates his thoughts and rules his brain
Is but a whisper, a soft song contained and never known
The void of language was filled instead by perception for significant sound
The mute heard every heart and cared for the ignored and the wretched
He never said I love you, he never complained, never thanked what luck he had
As a satellite in space, he drifted and no one could hear him scream
Pity; a common response for the miserable who live below the veil of gray
Who stew in festering pain, though their wounds make life shine the whole terrible spectrum
They feel the richest colors as they soak the everyday-easel
He will be his story’s rainbow, though he will tell no one
627 · May 2012
142. Politician 5/16/12
ERR May 2012
Trying to clean
With a sponge
That is just as *****
As the plate

The soap doesn't help
610 · Nov 2010
10. Join Them? 2006-2007
ERR Nov 2010
Memories and stop signs
This is a moving train
They took it away
Who are you?
And me?
Get out of my head
You know just as well as I do
We don’t belong here
No maps, no ceremonies
We’re replaceable
Headlines and lights out
Starving
Stop asking
They’re going to send you back now
I saw them
Clawing, fighting, scratching
Locked in white now
We’re safe here
Just concentrate
Stabilized, he’s breathing
Where am I?
She’s getting worried now
They could be anywhere
They could be anywhere

That pressure in the chamber
Last reflection of tension
Return to find it
I know we stole something
Scared, counting
Like magnets
They waited together
Spread the disease
Light the message
We don’t have very long
Would you stop me?
Dig a hole, exposed
Tell the story child
She’ll forget, he’s coming
Snow, it was snowing
Bad days
Help me leave it behind
Inscribed, crumble
We all fall down
Chronicled by who
Let’s see where it takes us
Time to wake up
Don’t be angry
I could do this all night
608 · Nov 2010
35. Reflection 10/28/10
ERR Nov 2010
Reflection like a mirror or a post-*** shower
I am alone, and I dissipate into the room’s air supply
I pause to appreciate the sensation of life
Colorful tendrils of light play games
Crisis is foreign and distant
I am tranquil, transcendental and still
The particles of my mass are no longer bound
My existence becomes my surroundings
And my surroundings become me
Singular
Peace comes resting me into sleep
Nod off numb to the water
Stars flash within arm’s reach as my focus is lost
As my vision becomes increasingly spotted
It separates into a grid
Evenly spaced, dark, outlined squares
Snaps of brightness make me dizzy
Objects float or fade to nothing
Reality now artificial, mimicking, a substitute imposter
I fall to the final sight of myself disappearing
Black energy plays tricks on me
Silver flashes when I arrive
Purple when I reflect
Blue makes me question, fear, and follow
Green inspires me
Yellow tires me
Orange is my love
Red when the world collapses on me
607 · Oct 2011
113. Text 10/3/11
ERR Oct 2011
I have a text saved
That mentions you
In the present tense
Because I can still smell you
And apparently you kept my bed warm
When I was away

I’m still me
And I hope somewhere
You’re still you
Running through open fields in your dreams
601 · Jan 2011
68. Clown 1/30/11
ERR Jan 2011
We pulled over against the snow bank
Mid-journey to band practice
On a one way street
Allowing traffic flow
A white van passed us by
With a behemoth packed inside
Mess in excessive circus dress
Outfit of a clown
Spotted red and yellow gown
Round nose and everything
Like the killer from “It”
Next to him was another
Man
With
Down’s
Syndrome
The pair stared at us like we had
Two heads
Glared, really…
Then they peeled off
And we jammed
597 · Jan 2011
67. Outlet 1/29/11
ERR Jan 2011
I stole from you and you never found out
You ripped my hat so you sewed it back
And bought me a new one
Fitted (hid it in my locker)
You made fun of me as a young child when I spoke to myself
I decided with you to treat each day as new
You lied to me and told me fantastic tales of hidden caves
I defended you from hungry wolves when you met with the masses
You told me you loved me before you met me
I broke your favorite toys
I carry all of your secrets like Atlas against the Earth
You helped break my hand and now we don’t speak
You taught me how to breathe music and be rhythm
I wrote you a poem but you didn’t seem to care
I would meet you late at night in the cut-through by the river
You brought me everything you had as a gift when I was sick
I used to make you laugh in class with every word I said
You gave me a drawing that you spent hours on
I have always looked up to you and not-so-stealthily idolized
You make me really, truly, irrefutably happy
I fell asleep on the highway driving home after caring for you
You saw me dying but you laughed and kicked me instead
I have my fondest recollections about your bounds and welcoming waves
For the longest time you were the outlet for a developing imagination
579 · Mar 2013
164. Late 3/13/2013
ERR Mar 2013
So sad to find a logic late
A natural path overgrown
No one cleared this for me-
Yet it should have been my own

So sad to love a life of late
And ***** at a mirage
To curse a certain sentence
Ever present ‘spite the cause

To have the capability to contemplate an alternate
And thus run the torture film, inner tunes in; tormented
To self-realize levels of dangerous strength
Like wise fruit fermented
Are
The
Memories
Cemented?

So sad to find a passion late
To negate chemical downs and all-round soul frowns
Art could free him from the dungeon depths
But he broke his hands wiggling in chains

So sad to watch a life-loss chosen, growth frozen
A body left behind as our balloon leaves child hand
If only there had been a way to know, I watch me go
I would have liked to be an older man (but can’t swim back to act)

So sad to wake in sweat and fear much more what lies in wait
The paranorm in fullest form flank forces at my gate
Dynamic choices turn to question voices, I enigma
Long to heal and feel as steel despite the fight and stigma
578 · Nov 2010
29. Dream Stream 9/28/10
ERR Nov 2010
Speckling a spotless page I riddle with holes the device of my life
Cutting my vision to words given, the ink drips from my knife
Whiplash of wicked waterfalls of brain matter
Senseless chatter rise above the babble of the crowd
Powerful and loud acute attack on the master laws
That keep me down and try to hold me back when I am strong
Streaming where I’ve been into a manual of the thinking man
For sinking ships and shoulder chips to wake and move along
Explode and fade to the far away say peace and I’m gone
I mentally move and never lose attachment to a world where I am phantom
The buzzing in my brain’s become my anthem
I’m going off on tangents people taking what others hand them
Tearing down walls telepathically and then repair them
Abuse the dimensions which I dwell within
Hell and many ways
Funny how a flood could bring on better days
Nothing stays the way it seems and I don’t know what it means
Don’t know much at all sometimes so I lay back in my dreams
576 · Nov 2010
43. Palace 11/15/10
ERR Nov 2010
Upon leaving my place of toil and meager compensation
I seek the true reward lurking in undone deeds
I am more or less level, ravenous and hunting
Game having been at bay several days now
Before I know it, activity fully engaged
Her Red
And my Blue
Make a royal Purple
The rigid, unforgiving guest makes himself right at home
In a palace warm and welcoming
Instantaneously lost in the winding hallways
Climbing and descending spiral stairs
The view is tested from each window
The surrounding lands surveyed from this monument
The tour begins on the roof, with me on top of the world
Before I proceed to explore from the outside
The fine craft is admired; many masons must have cut
Through several suns and moons
Perfecting the polished stone that shapes this place of protection
Results bring motivation and I find my way with ease
I take control of matters in this intricate abode
The secret passageway I excavate and artifacts recover
Scream and sigh so synchronized success again I find
Effort made to appreciate the architecture to the fullest extent
I am acquainted, having made a home here
This palace is a special retreat and source of strength to me
I imagine myself there and all is well
570 · Nov 2010
21. Crawlspace-Winter 2009
ERR Nov 2010
Well I’m living in a crawlspace listening to conversations
When I can’t take reality I change the station
The music heals me

I’m living in fear with a ringing in my ear
The train is on the tracks and it’s getting kind of near
I’m thinking sideways I’ll do it my way
I should care more but why start today

I don’t keep up with the same old sound
I’m busy in my head and it’s written down
I want you to see what happens to me
When I lose existence to think is to be

Under the ceiling above the floor
Between the walls and behind the door
I’m living in a crawlspace listening to conversations
When I can’t take reality I change the station
The music heals me
568 · Nov 2010
12. Mine 4/16/07
ERR Nov 2010
The same I heard from everyone
Don’t fly too close to the amber sun
Melted wings are never free
But I know where I need to be
A train of thought and life too fast
When I feel my jump wouldn’t make a splash
Tied me down and kept me in
Safety from a gripping sin
Fulfillment and a comfort house
From the others who would drag me out
See me tried
Crucified
Terrified and so denied
But not just yet
Still I can be
But never what you are to me
Could not convey
Nor words portray
Those wings were an angel’s
Who chose to stay
So flying, yes
A borrowed mess
And feeling how you’ve left me blessed
Counting my days
Made each worth living
You mean the world
I love you
567 · Jan 2011
61. Promise 1/17/11
ERR Jan 2011
I come-to from a nightmare, full of dark detail
But already slipping like sand through my hands
Walking down Charlotte street past stacked apartments
Shouts from afar past the rows of parked cars
A man whose face is now a blur makes me a promise
“*******, I’ll **** you”
Call the police, no answer, no help, no reassurance
Cut to a scene in an empty hallway, sensing his presence
My face is badly mangled and drips from lacerations

Fear and helplessness are real emotions
Even during REM cycles
I woke screaming and clutching my face
Still unsafe
551 · Nov 2010
33. Awaken 10/18/10
ERR Nov 2010
Laughing in a hollow room
I awaken
Amused but unaware
How did I manage-stunned and shaken
Traces of activity, sweating with no memory
Vague images of standing, babble without purpose
Missing time
Scattered glimpse of self in action
Recovery from a trance as my body rises
Great return from Elsewhere
A dreamscape scenario where nothing is concrete
And the endless possibilities inspire me
The translation journey is one I frequent
Falling in and out of altered state
Resting here, waking there
The in-between hazy at best
Engage in conversation and find myself with strangers
Wanderer sharing stories
Making my way home
547 · Nov 2010
8. Hurricane 12/3/06
ERR Nov 2010
I'm wide awake
The TV tells me why I place no bets
The forecast tells me the storm is here
But it doesn't pose a threat
So I listen while I watch outside
Not surprised
My TV lied
The wind was strong enough to rip the morals out of men

The people ran for shelter
And the rain kept coming harder
This storm we found upon ourselves
Turned rebels into martyrs
They tried to somehow wait it out
They hoped it would subside
We saw the storm from miles away
And all we did was hide
I'm wide awake
The storm is worse and somehow I'm not surprised
The forecast seems to have noticed, too,
I hear they changed their minds
The day we decided it wasn't worth fighting
Something in us died
Someone said questions can't be answered
Well someone also lied
As the people began to worry, they asked God what should they do
And somehow all I cared about was wondering who he prayed to

In our world,
Dogs will learn to love their cages
And forget they were ever free
In our vacuum
Pigs of war and God
Will fall at equal speed
541 · Jun 2011
104. Scales 6/22/11
ERR Jun 2011
She’s been following me in my nightmares
I am in my childhood home
Full of children
Playing
They do not like the game I made
***** become books
I ask for help but he is glued to the screen, sitting with former friends
I go crazy in the bathroom
Vision distorted, face warped, mirror as always
I try to pick up the ruby dragon scales littered on the ground
No dice
My hands become transparent
And they don’t budge
I lose track of time
When I come out, everyone is gone
You’re not very good at this, she said
See that door?
Never pass through it
Never leave
And you will see no trouble

The next night
I ride my car through a dark town, streets void of lamplight
I find her childhood home
I speak with the ghost of her father
Among the spiders and rotting walls and yellowing pictures
There is no hope here
I try to scream
No sound from a dry throat
You’re so full of pain, she said
I can feel it in you
Everywhere
I wake up
Unable to breathe
Like that time
I choked
To death
508 · Jan 2011
60. Puzzle 1/6/11
ERR Jan 2011
When I was a kid, and my family would complete puzzles
Together
I always wanted to be the one to put the last piece in
Alone
So I would steal it, then hide it
And forget where it was
Making sure no one had the privilege
Including me

What
A little
*******
495 · Jan 2011
66. Guilt 1/27/11
ERR Jan 2011
I have
A million
Or
More
Things
That I need
To say
To you
Before I die
But I’m not going
To say
A
Single
****
One
491 · Nov 2010
7. Window 11/19/06
ERR Nov 2010
It's Strange to think
How things will change
Tomorrow doesn't smell
Like yesterday
And things I love
Will start to fade
While others will follow
To the grave
And seasons will change
The things I crave
I fear will never be the same
What I believe
You may find strange
Yet the answers might linger
With some for days
And my life will leave
The surface grazed
As I often failed
And so remains
Years and years
Of years unscathed
And who will teach
My son to behave?
Time went and came
And I its slave
The mystery
I felt in waves
Learned less in a lifetime
Than in a day
It's strange to think
How things will change
So go on, now,
Be on your way
And forget not
To always pray
For life is still waiting
Let your path go Astray
There's still so much to see
486 · Nov 2010
9. Garden 11/1/06
ERR Nov 2010
I never got what I should find
In essays and equations
Secretly, we’d always hoped
There’d be another way
We burned our books
As we decided
We’d learn right in our garden
And so we worked against the sun
Building our fortress of better days
Knowing every seed we planted
Could someday teach us Everything
473 · Nov 2010
24. My Experience-Fall 2009
ERR Nov 2010
I do not hear
I choose to listen
My every look is an observation
Why bother talking when one could be speaking
My ideas circulating, my mind breathing
The day I died
My soul was high
My corpse lay on the ground
I saw my writhing motions
And the blackness all around
And my return was hardly gentle
I had not the strength to stand
With scarlet glowing eyes I fell
Having forgotten what it is to be a man

I walked home
All alone
Stumbling with spotted vision
Unsure of what I was still doing here
Existing in this plane
I live alone inside this brain
How could I explain?
Banging my head on the walls and door
Choking on the bathroom floor
457 · Nov 2010
26. Choices 9/13/2010
ERR Nov 2010
Destruction, Creation
We are all capable
Of good, evil
Great and terrible things
Why?
Because evil is easy
Me?
I’ve always enjoyed a challenge
ERR Nov 2010
I swear I could drown
In her river of sound
Playing just the tune
Stuck in my head,
The melody
Putting me to sleep
Leaving me to dream
About her song and
Making me feel it every day
Her music lets me live

— The End —