ive recently tried not being afraid
so every night ive been sleeping with my closet door wide open
hoping that there actually is a monster in my closet
and now with no imaginary barrier to stop it
wishing it to creep up on me
when my eyes are closed
and im vulnerable
and have it be just the monster and me
but ill be half awake
just like always when i sleep
so once i open my eyes to look where the monster once stood
where the monster once stood the monster no longer seems to be
so ill close my eyes again
and brave another night of closet open
in hopes one day ill open my eyes and see
the monster to which i seek

Forget me, for I am sinking.
Forget me, like the tides that forgot to recede after they pulled me from my feet. Drowning me beautifully below the surface.
Forget me, as I've forgotten what it feels like to have a pulse. The water in my lungs, a malady I can't escape from.
Forget me, as the currents drag me further from the shore. Leaving me more empty and broken than I've ever been before, but, as the sun sets into the sea, remember me.
Remember me for who I used to be.

In the morning will you still
remember her name ?
Though she had smiled,
not unlike the thoughts you left behind,
it was never for you.
Button up the realisation,
you were not meant to be company.
Only the fragment of night can alter change.
Being alone is sadder by the day
it shudders then echoes,
even the white of  your  eyes
are listless.

Earnest is not a surname.
It's a deep rooted feeling
that's vein like
in its underscore.
How many times can it grap you
triffle with your cares;
berate you for thinking sorry,
often for a circumstance not of your own making.
Earnest can't stop one worrying
it prides itself on efficient woe

I have sticks and you have stones
Mine I swing while your's you throw
You go high and I go low
Both good for breaking of the bones

Be careful of the shattered glass
From the house where we both live
Over what it was I said
Over what it was you did

I'm not sure we'll ever learn
How much our words really hurt
You're slinging mud, I'm tossing dirt
Not quite sure which one is worse

If we look hard I'm sure we'll find
That our pants are both on fire
As you go low and I go higher
Doesn't mean we're not both liars

promises by god are forever
as sure as mountains stand against
the test of time

and holiness is grass
under our sandals
man made castles

are but transitory
cathedrals beautiful
and monuments

to us are erected
only when we can't see them
my sanctity

yours and ours together is in
our words our
unfailing dedication to

our words

they say so much

last alone on headstones

it's all in the gnomes on your lawn
that draws me baby
not your curves
not those curls on your naked shoulder
or your poems
not the way you slide up to me
like some kind of fine woman
just those gnomes
I like your gnomes
baby

She has a colorful collection of shooting stars
In a box underneath her bed
Pulling them out in the middle of night
Letting their wonder fill her head

As they playfully bounce off the walls
She's the center of her galaxy
Until from down the hall she hears her mother call out
She quickly packs them away then drifts off to sleep