winter looms on translucent skin
my heart still cries out
for your blue eyes
a whirling
thundering
sea
but i know that once love is lost
and the glass has been cut
hands are better
left drooping
and emptied

i want to take sleeping pills
and huddle under sheets
waiting for the cobalt blue
mouth of night to
swallow me
maybe then loneliness
would take on a new form
and the cavernous shadows
would
be
warm against
my arms

I am winter.
You are Spring.
And you melt me.

timing is everything or is it nothing
where was time when the little girl screamed
her eyes squeezed shut
it dragged on slowly,
as her body scraped against dirt
blood blooming on her skirts
we pray for time
we pray for time to end
we pray for time to begin
let's stop praying to what doesn't exist

that girl she was sad
so she got high all the time
hoping to change her insides
hoping to dispel all memories of
your touch, your scent, your dimple, your crooked lips
your screams, yourhurtthatyouimpregnated within me
and that hate that gushed out of your throat and into
her heart,
my heart,
my heart full of hate
hating my lungs for breathing in smoke,
hating my hair for brushing up against my cheek
and remembering your fingers
and all the parts that fit
inside of me.

in still moments
i realize i feel
nothing for you
and my chest falls softly
and my eyelids flutter
into an unparalleled sleep,
where your fingertips
are washed away
by the gentle tears of rain
and i sleep
just sleep

All we have is
here.
Greedy for tomorrow.
Forgot yesterday, again.


If we could only remember;
the delusions would cease.
Our hearts could just *be

I know I'm one of those people who will never laugh and mean it.


The world is a lonely place.

One day, I'll choose to escape.
And when you find my body;


Just let it be.

standing on the precipice of this world and the next
never forget who taught you to listen
to the earth when it weeps
you'll need somebody from the old days
boots laced to the top
i wont cry when your figure
is only a smudge to my eyes

the kids in this town
like to crawl into the woods
with the scraggly trees
balding earth
snakes that feed
on futures
and they stay there,
hibernate
in this sleepy hollow
until one day their tongues have
slid back into their throats

Soaked in the black sweat of passion
gasping through the cracks
filled
with eerie moonlight;
I have dirt under my nails
from scratching at the walls
that blur my vision;
I cannot see what is coming
but i feel the pressure of
hands upon my back,
slow to rise
slow to find
the answers I long for,
the carefully threaded lies.

every phone call ends in tears
and sleep becomes the devil

You showed me the stars
But didn't promise me
they were mine,
and I thank you for that.

Because false trust
never lasts.

generation of can't
generation of hate
blundering those who
get in their way
go on if you must,
hide your face
lock your doors up tight
the years will drag slowly by
and there
outside
we won't recognize

i think theres a garden somewhere
and it's untouched
and everything just grows and blooms
in the sunlight.
life flourishes in every crack of stone,
every shadowed corner,
and i think that
i would like
to go there.

If bones crack and no ones around to hear it,
does it still hurt as bad?
Or suffering in silence-
does that hold a pain of its own?
I would think so.

i am in a world
where he will only do.
no one else could make me love,
could make my body float like petals
in a river.
even when i'm gone,
he still has my heart
and my lungs breathe his name
in the dark.
you see,
at the end of it all
there is no other whom i'd rather
argue with.
it will always be him
for me.