In the midst
of happenings,
poetry flowing
thru the feint vein
of my far-away loving you;

Always;

Life-line to the time
we've twined together;
at night i find the words
and write the weather;

Spinning system storm-front,
the seconds endless passing;

Forever is ever beginning
in your arms,
in my mind;
I'm singing
in the hope
you can hear
me from here.

it took me 365 days
  to get over you

guess now I'm back to square one

A locked lake lies lonely,
deep beneath ice and snow.
Pieces of past still present
in delicate misty glow.
We wish to wake it.
We wish to know it.
I wish they'd leave it alone.

I think my mind calls it home.

even the night
is not dark
as long as the moon
is in the sky
and this
is what you are
to me

sometimes I like to pretend I am good at things like cooking or drawing or singing or driving or charming or loving or writing or thinking acting or coping or making genuine human connections.

but i'm not.



oops.

take me and break me
a ragged doll
my porcelain skin cracked open and your shadows creeped in
i try to hold myself together
but it's hard when someone else holds the strings
        how do you do it?
i am full of holes
you spill out of me like blood from an open wound
        how could you do it?
you made me into nothing
i am still in awe
still curious
am i your muse or your monster?