i sleep every night with a ghost
its a ghost of my past who i wish could be here present
that would be the best gift
its a ghost of my memories who reminds me all the smiles and laughs
the softness of her skin is a bitter punishment so her touch just moves threw me
and glues my eyes to the ceiling
trying to sleep but cant get over me missing the feeling
and our bodies shifting like tectonic plates in an earth quake
but the ghost next to me has me wide awake
just the thought of her bring me to split
from smiles to tear hopes to fear sober to beers
but lets make one thing clear
i cant wait to replace this ghost
with the girl who wishes she was here

He spread himself remedial,
confused by words of power,
told to hate, and
told to bounce back,
bruised and bare against
Saint Martin's ugly
stained-glass
face-crack.

This was love;
there were lovers.

But instead of dying
patiently and piously,
like father's dad before,
he stuck his needle
of a finger
through the gospel of a bullet,
and forgot to
lock the door.

your stormy seas
met my calm, rolling waves
and created an unbreakable tide
that washed over me,
and suddenly
i was enveloped in you
without any fear
of drowning

t.m.

Why is it the "love" I felt with her
Felt quick, we always remarked
"I can't believe it's been this long
I feel like it was yesterday..."
Yet this "love" I feel with you
Feels slow, but evenly paced.
We always remak
"I can't belive its only been this long
It feels like forever."

Thinking of you brings waves of tranquil anxiety.