blunt tips of bent cigarettes
were incisive as razors -
sliced wrists weeping
bright red sentences,
spattered unborn to blank paper
and turned into statues
so the dead would always remember
what they did,
never safe in the graves
in which they'd took refuge

but blue on blue
was ever her color;
blue on blues
seeping from old sins,
deep, hidden within spidery veins
that traced pale, soft *******,
finally filling mute lips as she slept,
subsumed in oceans of color,
blues that gave stories, as waves to shore
subsided, reclaiming their pain,
and cleansed sand once more

What end to life!
a collection of furies like stone turtles
arranged on the mantle -
just a few dozen last words
tucked among ads for
Old Spice and Polident tabs
unread, used to line
litter boxes in Cambridge
or wrap fresh fish at Hay Market;

then, someone pausing to wave at the sky
missed saving the drowning woman
by years, if he'd tried,
finding questions in every answer;
child curled in hard lap of his mother,
her cold affections of words
blew from dead lips like old wishes
without tender touch or wet kisses;
but that life continued,
if lived only blue on blue

lost

in the labyrinth
of memory

knocking

on doors that
cannot be opened

grasping

for fragments
forever out of reach

seeking

what can never
be recalled

knowing

you know
and yet you don't

so lost

Hello,
My favourite hello,
My friend,
It feels like we haven't talked in ages,
I hope you're well,
I brought you flowers,
Tulips, your favourite,
The same shade of purple you wore that night,
The night that changed my life,
You seem peaceful,
With that never-ending smile,
I can still hear the sound of your laughter,
Ringing in my ears,
The sweetest sound,
From you, beautiful,
Did you miss me?
I see this distant, faraway look in your eyes,
I don't like it,
I wish your eyes would smile,
Just for me,
I can't help but to feel angry,
Perhaps its just my emotions,
Or maybe the reality of the situation,
Hasn't struck me, yet,
I'm sorry,
Let me wipe away that tear,
It seems to have fallen from my face,
And onto your own,
I understand you haven't spoken,
The silence speaks for us,
Though, this visit is painful,
I'm glad you do not feel pain,
I hope you know,
You've never left,
You're still here,
Lighting up my world,
With every thought and every song,
This is so difficult, but,
Beautiful,
I want you to know,
You'll always be,
My friend,
My hardest goodbye,
Goodbye.

Empty bodies
Empty souls
Who don't know where to go
Anywhere but home
Anywhere not alone
Anywhere...
Take me with you where you go
Take me with you on the road
I don't care if we get cold
As long as I've got you to hold
And I don't care if I have to walk
As long as I get you to talk
I want to live with you
I want to love with you
I want to live a dream of mine that I've had for quite some time

I glimpse your eyes staring at the shadows in my soul
Seeking to calm the wildly rushing storm
Keeping my heart out of control
Unable to keep
The beat
Pulsating whole

I stare into eyes seeking to calm the storms
To make my heart their own
Leaving chambers once cold now warm
My heart begins to pulsate
To the beat
Of a song, it's always known

Buried longings softly rush, to be finally freed
From this heart out of control
Once a half now pulsates complete
Your eyes chase shadows
Calming storms,
My heart
Returns to whole

When you joke you sound so serious
And I never seem to get it until it’s too late

You like order and tradition
I listen to Christmas songs in July.

Our moods never seem to match
You seem to thinks that that’s just fine.

But I don’t understand.

I’m always worried, it seems,
That I’ll somehow let you down
And in doing so, I’ve succeeded.

I always do the best that I can
to look good for you
you complain, “it isn’t needed.”

You’re family only likes the ‘Normal’
Whatever that is
But I stick out like a sore thumb.

From my hair and it’s ever-changing colors,
To my jeans with their pictures and quotes,
...That are drawn on with sharpies...
and the paint stains that cover them from time to time!

Because of all of this, I worry.

Am I too weird?
Is my rainbow-like hair too odd?
Are my drawn on jeans ,
My crazy belly dancing skirts,
And pentagram necklaces,
Simply too strange?

What of my love of olives?
And how I ***** up my face when I think?
Do you not like how I spend hours on my computer,
Working on one picture (trying to make it just right)?

Or how, when I choose to color my art by hand,
I walk away with paint all over me (Even on my cheeks),
And an oddly proud grin plastered on my face?

I worry, and pace,
For days on end, at times,
Wondering if you really love me.

And when you finally see me,
The weird, colorful,  oddball that I am
You smile, and kiss me,
saying "i've missed you so much!"

And I know that I worried for nothing,
That you are different from your parents,
That our beliefs live together in harmony,
That you actually like the odd faces I make when I'm thinking
and the weird colors I dye my hair,
And that you really, truly love me—

Paint stains and all.

you can
make me weep
with two words:"Love fails".

Don't sleep with her-
Love her.
Don't smile at her-
Hug her.

If you're there then let yourself be known,
She'll only understand if she is shown.

Don't just look, touch.
And don't, don't ever, think too much.

If an easy rain
would make the rocks slippery,
he would hold my hand.

s  t  a  r  s
       a  r  e
   f  a  l  l  e  n
drops of tears,
got enlightened
overcoming fear