follow me darling,
comparing our scarring,
in the darkening folds of the light

my eyelids are falling,
filling and fusing,
beginning to embrace the night

there's always an 'or something.'
a way to avoid expressing what you want,
an escape at the end of your stagnating thoughts.
a break in the line, the passing of time
until you know what to say again.

we sat on the earth
the air in our lungs
a picture so clear
you were my dear, calling me darling.

my mind is turned
with the thoughts of you
so far from me
thinking of sinking, into the deep dark sea.

when you look at the ocean,
what do you see?
are you overwhelmed by the strength
of the saltwater tides?

I'm diving inside your ocean alive

weave me into the sky
signal through smoke
winding from the sea to the trees
raining ashes over me

the sand is the sign
warming beneath the treeline
waiting out the current
to carry me away

give me beauty without weight,
polish me with sand.
I want to be the spark that lights the day,
something intended but unplanned.

give me a mirror that reflects
only what I want to see.
I need to feel sufficient,
I need to be set free.

give me only these two things,
the need for comfort and control.
I'll promise that this world
will never seem more whole.

he knew he would win -
finding his catch,
he paused to reel her in.

a beautiful prize,
though on the inside
she was merely bones and sand.

thrown into the sea
she was let go.
set off to lure the next lonely soul
to set her free.

some find comfort in the fullness of the moon,
for others this body seems to rise too soon.

I have a fullness within. Today it is dark, though not all the time. Blood flows through my veins, carving lines deep inside. Still opening to light, my eyes lost their shine. Dim not for long, they will see their siren song - calling to the mystery, the unknown history that will illuminate the wrong. Wonder will cover the doubts of the darkness, breathe into me the light of my presence.

my legs are like bricks
glued together sticks
with elephant ears to boot

I still forget
that my mind hasn't left
the zoo or inside of this room

I will let you go
because I have no right to hold tight
grasping through the crisp clear night,
holding on so you'll stay

but as long as I'm here
in your arms I'll remain
don't hold me too tight,
I can still run away

inspired by the thought of leaving so soon,
embracing empty rooms and fleeting full moons

none of my words seem to rhyme anymore
I'm grasping at thoughts strewn across the floor
throw them in to the fan spinning out of my hands
hitting the walls, scratching the stucco, flailing and falling
yet to discover my calling

pull me in and rinse me off
wring the sand off my shoulders
sanding corners thru covers
coveting light like lovers
'til we depart from one another

fall on me slowly
coldly
and kind

you cover the surface
of my heart
and my mind

stay with me til morning,
the sun may not rise
to melt off the scars
you've left me to find

soak with me the summer heat
dripping from branches
dangling over the street
tell me all your secrets
every one you keep
you'll remain a mystery,
even to me.

tonight I'm writing the shortest goodbye
I'll guess three minutes tops
til I'm out like the light

I'll cover you up and slip out the back door
the one that creaks when it opens
and rubs across the floor

I can't explain my haste in this dimly lit room
but I'll scribble some love
I can't seem to erase

I'll leave it under your pillow
the one that you'll grasp
until you realize I'm gone just a second too late

give me the nectar from your lips
whispered words separate the innocence between our hips

what have i done in my life yet today?
nothing worth remembering she thought,
as her thoughts went astray

reminisced of old friends,
of lost wishes and loves
the feeling she’d find running loose in her mind

she saw those surrounding
their pain and their hope
with the love that they had at the end of their rope

is it all over now?
she’d ask herself more
to find empty replies, still yearning for more

the things we convince ourselves
have such potential
to harm or hinder.
sparkle me up,
I'll splinter like tinder.

spread your roots down
before the snow comes around
and takes your ambition away.

are kind eyes enough to light up this love
the feeling of you pressed down from above
hip bones connecting, impressions so new
brushed by the nights so far and so few

will this be worth all the strain and the mess
the effort so thin, drawn together by pen
watching the stars in the deep backyard sky
unsure if this is already awry

I want to find you in the storm of the sea
the calm of the waves
crashing down onto me

the clasp of your hand
on the nape of my neck
as we lie in the sun with our backs bending back

the roots of our touch
planting into the ground
hoping that we will be lost and then found

like an x on the map that’s marking the spot
the dots that connect
the have and have nots

just look into my eyes
the soul and the prize
finding its way out of the darkened night skies.

synchronicity ****** me
or maybe it was the lack of it
the timing so stretched
strewn across the states with nothing left
but things to waste
someday I'll have faith
but tonight I lie awake
with thoughts of you and I
wondering who will be the first to bend
hoping neither of us will break
under the weight of the deepening sand
that's only there to separate.

What are you trying to find, empty girl?
The space beneath your soul
Is getting filled from below.
No longer delicate and pure
You’ve lost your ability to discern
The hunger from the yearn.

looking for familiar shapes
in the silhouettes,
as we watch the sun go down.

we might only be replacing
past lovers with another,
but I'll take it for now.

I used to play the cloud game in the stucco of my bedroom walls. 

My eyes confined to the few feet surrounding my pillow,

finding hippos and continents before I drifted off to sleep,

always comforted they would be there when I woke.

I’d start the next day carried away
by the dreams I failed to recall.
Chasing thoughts like kites on a string,
blown through the sky by the sharp spring breeze,
tails spinning in the wind.

I don’t have those same walls to look at now,
so I settle for the sky. the clean and clouded sky.
looking for familiar shapes in the silhouettes and shadows
of the crisp, clear clouds
as I watch the sun fall down.


I can no longer see those cartoon shapes,
the way they would stay in just one place.

If you ask me to find them now, 
all I see are nail holes.
this way, I don’t feel like I’ve pinned through the sky.

I carried my head on a spit,
I saw my beauty til my head got dizzy
and I made it back alive.

fill me from the top
the head, the knot
lead me to the line
of the pristine and the prime
introduce me so free
under the spineless pine tree
expecting me to find my home once again

skyscrapers make the clouds cry.
they speckle their windows,
darkening the view that was promised.

window washers risk themselves
high above the puddled ground,
wiping away the sky's autograph.

too bad they didn't check the forecast-
could've saved themselves a trip back.

find me on the roof,
the gazebo of our past.
fallen from the sky and
climbing up the rugged mast.
spinning slowly round and
dreaming you'll be found,
waiting for the future,
or at least ‘til you come down.

thread me through your needle,
I'll be the one you call.
I can sew up all your wounds
if you break a seam or fall.

don't take the skill for granted,
there's not many as strong as me
that will let you bend and stretch,
allow you to feel free.

They feel more than my heart. The cracks in the creases catch all the broken pieces. Too thick for rings and all the fallen feelings. They catch me when I fall and forbid me from the crawl. Dry when neglected, useful when attended. A lesson to all those needing to be mended.

I lost myself in someone else.
unlike the losing of character,
I feel more like myself.

he will come

he’ll wrap his arms around your body
peeling the weight from your shoulders
raising your chin to the sky
while the tears roll out your eyes

spinning you round in circles
above the flowers
that will soon grace your ears

fear not my dear
he will come

for many times before have thought there was the one
but it has not been so
soon you will know
he will come

we could drink mulberry wine
just above the treeline
bringing you closer to me
complaining I'd freeze

we could have cider at noon
in my living room
the two of us lying
in the sunlight too soon

we can drink poorly spiced beer
lighting a fire right here
the stove searing hot
warming through the knots

soon we'll need nothing
just the other right there
held together with hope
never too far or too near

your head's been in the clouds, little one.
ignorance may be bliss,
but bliss isn't always fun.

eating up the buildings,
crawling up the corners
to cover the signs of the city.
enacting their revenge
on the cement coating their soil.

I want for you to freely come to me with flowers in your hand and your heart wrapped around your wrists. These things come swiftly but can’t be forced. It’ll be like a bolt to your chest that you’re not ready to feel. I want you to look into my eyes like you’re seeing magic fluttering around my pupils. Stardust that we both came from is floating in between our lips, careful not to crush it though - it might only appear this once. I can’t tell you how to feel these things, only that they should come with ease.

find the symmetry in the snow
lining the windows as the storm passes by.
fog up the lenses, as they try to document the sky
and its peculiar patterns.

I've put too many eggs in this basket
The rattan is wearing thin
Maybe we can build another
Out of fresh reeds and some skin
Wind it together like our souls intertwined
Glue it so strongly with our deepening insight
It'll hold once it dries in the crisp autumn light

I spoke about you the other day.

I wondered what I would say

if our paths crossed some way. 



Would I tell you of success?

Of the mountains I ran

and the smiles I've shared,

how my back bends with the light,

every morning and night?



Or would I reveal 
how deeply I feel,

how I can crumble and crack

with the weight of our past?



How no other soul 
will fit into the mold

you've carved in my heart 

even while we're apart.



How the years will still pass, 

I'll kick and I'll cry,

I'll break and I'll fall, 

but only inside.

I used to play the cloud game in the stucco of my bedroom walls.
My eyes confined to the few feet surrounding my pillow,
finding hippos and continents before I drifted off to sleep,
always comforted they would be there when I woke.
If you ask me to find them now,
all I'll see are nail holes.

I slept through the summer sunset
the solstice sat upon my hips
shadows falling past us
quiet the words outside our lips

talk to me, willow tree
tell me of the life you lead.
does the wind cool you down
when your leaves fall to the ground,
or do you like the sense of relief?

go without me, please
you bring me to my knees
the feeling of floating through the breeze
dragged down near the trees
roots grasping up toward a feeling always fleeting like the bees
finding summer somewhere else
bearing down without myself
knowing there's no time to make a move without something left to prove
are we at the end of the line?
the end of the rope and the rhyme?
rhythm is gone like the sweet winter song
left to blossom all along as the warming spring will thaw

connect with my hand,
crawl through my wrist
into my bones,
my veins, and my hips.

wrap around my finger,
you know I'll linger
around the bend.

they seem to grow slowly
until you see the photographs.
moments of time passed.
rewound through a lens,
hidden behind glass.
when we're paused
a vision is more clear,
but no one lives that way,
my dear.

shine me off once you wear me down.
I'm used to the place between you and the ground.
My soul is bare, I come in a pair,
and you might just think I'll never be found.

bright like the scent of citrus
the smell of your hair as
i lie on your chest
telling you tales of winter unrest
scraping away the layers of leaves
waiting to fall upon your knees
speak to my soul, my eyes seem to know
how far we can go if we both well please

sing to me the song of the season
changing and growing and shaving off secrets
pierce through the skin
fall out through the center
i've been left unopened, but this is much better