wish that you could be
her.
wish that you could be
a piece
of someone beautiful and
undesiring
of a new life

that you could be
a flower
and grow into your
own blossoming
self hatred.

wish that you
could be
the name that melts
in the mouths
of every lover
you never
had.

wish that you
could be
needed
(if only for a
moment)

like the last lost
flashlight
during a storm
or a steady breath of fresh,
open
air
after a long afternoon or
after an even longer
tea-stained night of
this and this and
that
or a good paint brush when
you realize
you broke your last one but
you cannot
contain
the jitters in your fingertips that
reach
for the canvas
or the wall
at the back
of your closet.


wish that you
could be
needed.

like a good kiss or
a 1:30 am walk
to the front steps of the
library
with a
pocketknife
for a sense of false
security and
independence-

or hell
for all of the above.

leaders lead b/c followers will follow;
but if the followers
starve by the greed
of the 'lead,'
which as a title will swallow
the purpose that it was meant to feed.

It's all we have got!
No, don't drink what you bleed!
But I'm hollow and i rot!
and wont think to go be where i need.

you have infected me with
the passion for writing
I've been writing ever since I
went to PMB in my
heart I know that you left
me for a reason

I was so nieave wanted control
and was impatient to see
you one more time but
I failed to see my wrong therefore

I know that there's nothing I
can do to get your attention again
but as much as my  fire was
burning in high temperature
I've decreased it and made it a
burning history

you've probably found another
guy who's better then me
that's ohk with me as long as you
rejoice over him
and for me Im living life in

another perspective state
but I still miss u
even though I'm also happy
with my new life but theirs a
blank space that will be filled
but it surely won't
be you

love is a metaphor for deepest
feelings I had feelings for you
but its high time we moved on
thank you for your marvelous
time that you've shared with
me in your life wish you the
best.

I cut off the tail
Of a lizard
As it crept
To my bed!

She hid herself
Behind the portrait
And dried up her eyes

And I was alone
With the cut off
And thought only
What to do of it!

In the air, cold as you
I can only see a half of the moon
And I laugh as I realize its leaving me, too
Cause you think that'll always be there
But you come home one day and
Where?

The snowflakes remind me of you
The bracelets, the things that they do
The flowers, colored so bright
Jeans the flavor of night

I heard you say you're gonna know
I'll come back with a different glow
Even though we said goodbye
I still feel words lingering in the air
With the hope that you'll catch them out there

Im lost in the dark without a flashlight.
I have to feel my way out.
When I look in the mirror I don't see me.
I see a stranger looking back.
I feel trapped in my own body with no escape.
How much more of this can I take.
Before I am truly lost.
Who am I truly?

i've heard it said:
we keep a special place in our hearts
for those who refuse to be impressed by us.
every time you like a poem
that isn't one i wrote in hope of ensnaring you,
i become slightly more obsessed.