I messaged you, man,
And it said that you were there
But you weren't. So true.

Lord, just let me sleep
I'm too exhausted to think
And I yearn to dream.

One-hundred fifty
Is a reasonable count
Of haikus, I guess.

I'll use this weapon
This my strength and my weakness
Guilt for what you've done.

You always give truth
All my days I will listen
Your words give me life.

What is wrong with me
When my eyes are going blind
'Cause you're all I see?

Reach for the blue sky;
Even when you think it's clear,
You'll run into couds.

Sprinkled in your hair,
Every screen saver you had,
Planted in your yard,
'Till he gave them a bad name;
Then all of your flowers died.

He despaired of it,
That the only innocence
Lay in the stillborn.

I thrive upon it,
And yet, it thrives upon me;
Grey muddle of life.

Day was bright and still
But they felt him in shadows;
Feasting upon souls.

Thoughts I entertain
Sometimes, they return by night
To haunt my black dreams.

~Cross My Heart

You carved me an X 
Over my soul—as if it
Were buried treasure. 


Hope To Die

Who knew you'd be first
To leave me so high and dry
When all I was died.


I Couldn't Forget

Life tied my knot tight
Sick inside and so alone
Memory's virus.


If I Tried

Sometimes, I went back
My attempts all lost causes
But genuine hopes.