YOU ARE SO INTENSE AND I LOVE YOU SO INTENSELY. I LOVE YOU AND YOU ARE ALIVE AND I AM ALIVE AND OH MY GOD WE ARE SO ALIVE. SOMETIMES I WANT TO SET YOU ON FIRE BUT MOST OF THE TIME, YOU SET ME ON FIRE, YOU SET THE WORLD ON FIRE, WE ARE HEAVEN AND HELL COMBINED AND WE ARE EVERY FLAME YET TO BE IGNITED. WE ARE SO HUMAN, SO ANGRY, SO SAD, SO CRAZY ABOUT EACH OTHER, SO ******* CRAZY. EVERY SONG REMINDS ME OF YOU AND THE WAY YOU LOOK AT ME HAS ME SMILING IN MY SLEEP. I AM SO AWAKE WHEN I AM WITH YOU, SO AWARE OF EVERY PASSING MINUTE, SO AWARE OF THE FACT THAT YOU EXIST. YOU ARE KILLING ME AND I AM RUNNING BOTH TO AND FROM YOU; INDECISIVE, IMPOSSIBLE, INFINITE. I WANT TO SEE THE ENTIRE WORLD WITH YOU, I WANT US TO BECOME THE WORLD. I WANT TO SEE LOVE IN YOUR EYES AND TASTE LUST ON YOUR LIPS. I WANT EVERYTHING BECAUSE RIGHT NOW, EVERYTHING IS YOU AND YOU CAN GIVE ME MORE THAN EVERYTHING. WE CAN'T STAND EACH OTHER AND WE CAN'T STAND TO BE WITHOUT EACHOTHER. WE ARE SO HUMAN.

Let's dance,
Sing all the way to France.
Flowers in my hair & mushrooms in your pants,
Pockets unfold with silent colors in a trance.
The sweet scent of your voice is enhanced ~
Shaping circles of light, you smile with stance.
Our eyes swimming in a candied dalliance,
May this last forever ~ Now is our only chance.

the generic classical piano recital song plays
my failures sit upon each horse and my regrets are in the booth seats
the beady eyes of the horses look right through my skin
fiery red and fluorescent yellow lights spin as I looses focus of what is real
The melody picks up and now upon each horse is sits all my past relationships
spinning, up and down to the continuous flow of the musical beat  
my friend Cam is on this ride with me
his smile reminds me to breathe
he rotates around, he is no longer in sight
there is a new horse in his position
I am thrown into panic then the horses move to a slower pace
the boys disappear
all that is left is me
the last three notes come to an end gracefully  
the ride stops abruptly and I halt forward
grabbing my things as quickly as I can as I walk off in a sweat

write not to me in prose
write not at all
for the words will fall
upon deaf eyes
the fragile blue
no longer existant
in pools or waves
for all that remains
is sand
the dry desert i created
for my empty cadence
that hangs poignantly in the wind
too soft for the wild predators
who once tracked the sounds
of tormented seas
red and crashing
into the boulders on shore
until they faded
until they too became sand
and the heat of green fire
selfishly lapped up each remaining ounce
until all life was foresaken

dead, dead, dead
the sea is dead!

the tendrils of salted sea greens
long forgotten
the coral and the budding life
now dry
frozen in the sand
and yet there is still hope for rain
where once again
the sea can pull me in

When I read what you write
all I want to do is sing you a song
because I want you to
always feel like you belong
when I read what you write
and it seems like you're feeling kinda bad
I just want you to know
that I feel more than slightly sad
but I will always say
write about what inspires you
poetry should come from the heart
it should always have meaning too
and when I hear you sing
I want you to know
its beautiful, just like you
even if you don't think so.
And I know you know,
no matter what
I could never hate you...

We all hear of wishes
But there are two types out there.
Those which all wish for
And those that wish for similar reasons.

I wish I could fly for its freedom.
                                               I wish for wings to escape from here
                                                                                         and start over.

It is responsible
for constant movement coordination,
maintaining a continuous,
cumulative picture
of body position
in space
storing movement memory.
But if the mind makes categories
to answer
needs of moment,
then we should not
be surprised
that those categories can be cancelled.
Dense and opaque, and
transformed - into
clarity that we recognize
the substance of glass
only by the introduction of heat.

Girls push past me

Stylish combat boots

Finding basement stairs 

Tight pants, low-cut shirts

And straightened hair.

Their mascara-ed eyes scan and skip

The spot where I stand.
But I’m grateful for

The lack of acknowledgement. 

If their eyes lit up on me

I would freeze

My shoulders would scrunch

And the words they would throw

In my direction

Would meet brick wall. 

All I would reverberate

Is a hesitating smile

Accompanied by unsure eyes.
My brain just isn’t taking small talk tonight.

And I will never understand 

Why cursory conversation

Slaps me in the face
like a 
20 step algebraic equation.

The truth is:

I don’t care what you thought of that math test

I wanna know what you think 
of trees in the fall.

I don’t care what your tweet was about.

I wanna know why you 
were on twitter
at 4 am

on a school night.

I don’t care how your boyfriend is.
I wanna know where you stand with god. 

I don’t care
where you got your dress,

how much you studied,

or if you dyed your hair.

What makes you cry at night?

Have you ever felt insane?

Do you believe in soul mates? 

What do you think about the moon?

Which song are you embarrassed to know all the words to?
And do you ever worry that your mom isn’t proud of you?

I just find that

It’s so much easier

To talk to people

When they’re actually

saying something.