We lie straight as pins in our graves.

Drifting through nights without life,
Listening to the sounds of other people's silence.

Does your gray empty reverberate the same as mine?
Does the ticking of the clock and the hum of a dimly lit lamp echo through your mind?

In the night I hear your soundless lonesome.  
I am a collector of fatigued expressions and once inhabited places.

We all lie as straight as pins in our graves, drifting through.

Because your hair smells like incense.
Because your body is just a cage for your mind.
For your spirit.
Because when you are broken, you know you have clay.
Because you think in poetry and pictures.
Because you know just over that mountain there is life.
Because you are you and you know exactly who that is.
You are beautiful.
And don’t let anyone tell you that just because your hair smells like incense…
Don’t let them say you can’t be the beauty over every mountain.
in every tree,
under it’s bark,
overflowing in it’s existence.
You are that beauty.

Be careful what you wish for..
For those who know...it's true
And yet i knew..you did not care
Still then... i wished for you

I offered out my open arms
To catch you as you fell
I offered you my heaven
you turned it into HELL
And everyday grew darker
The lies eclipsed the sun
It was a death by innocence
That caused the tears to run
Tortured bled by demons
Lost in fire,consumed by pain
I made a vow..a lesson learned
To not be ignorant again...

Be careful what you wish for
For those who know...it's true
The pleasure in a wish... was lost
A fool once wished for you .

I woke a moment ago
still alone
in this large bed
But I wasn't lonely.
There was a dimple
In the mattress
Next to me
Where I dreamed
You might be.
And then the dog farted.

I have no Faith.
She left me for Tom
The big guy
In gym class.
But I'll always have Summer...
Tom's little sister
taped up
in my cellar.

the sound is tangible,
thick in the air
pressing into every open space
filling it
with the sweet vibration of melody.

I raise my gaze
to the blazing hot amber lights
and throw my head back
feeling beads of sweat
trail down the back of my scalp
into the collar of my shirt

note after note is ripped from my chest
I squeeze my lids shut
and I feel
where the music wants to go -
where it needs to go
where I helplessly follow.
forever enthralled
in the throes of song

"I don't want to go."
so sing one last song with me
stay here, and come close.

I'm lazy
I'm tired
Bed is here
Bed is good
Invites me in,
Thank you bed,
Lets me stay,
Thank you bed.
Drunken Duvet
Locks me in,
Poetic Pillow
Shuts my eyes,
Memory Mattress
Holds me still,
Makes me sleep.
Morning's come,
Alarms frustrated
Disrupts the peace
Bed's not fazed.
Pillow whispers;
Turn it off
Five more minutes
Duvet Calls
I oblige.
Bed's so kind.
Mattress shakes
I'm awake
God look
The time!
Duvet laughs
Pillow sniggers
******* bed
You made me late