I think I would be cooler if
I were in Savage Garden…
or maybe if I were Ms.Pac-Man.

I could munch those
brightly glowing
crystalline spheres
straight into your heart,
only to be consumed
by the array of multicolored ghosts
that dwell inside.

But, resting among the bones,
I would rise again to join my new
poly-chromatic, phantom friends,
and wail ****** college love songs
for hope that maybe
you would hear.

I still laugh at your stories,
Not caring that it's the fifth time
Only to see your body
Ringing
With that fever
of a laugh.
Your body is a bell,
I would pull that rope
For that blessing of a smile
And not care for the damage
To myself.

Try to remember riding your bike
When summers were too short
And the time until you felt heartache would be very long.
You pick up speed down that big hill then
Bam!
Pavement.

Now I wonder if this is falling.
If my pink Huffy prepared me for love.
In that split second
between bike and ground
(the one that makes you question why you were riding a bike in the first place)
You prepare for the pain and then
Bam!

After the break-up, make-up, *****-up,
Things get better.
Once that pain heals you get up and realize that you want to ride again.
You get a new bike, sit down and pedal.
You want to ride again
And feel the wind in your hair
Because its ******* beautiful.

your words fall soft
as i breathe you in
i love the way you watch me
the way you feel my skin
i love the way you look in the dark
i hear your heart beat fast
with my head close to your chest
you kiss by the book
making me weaker every time
every love song starts to make sense
with every minute i begin to understand
every note
every line
i swear was written for you

have you ever sat staring
out a rain-battered window,
sky grey,
clouds low
and wondered where the rain ends?
a cease in the downpour is
not just a when
but a where too.
it is true that
somewhere in the drenched city
is an avenue,
one side wet,
the other dry.

I am a leviathan
I love like a shipwreck.
I am warm darkness
in the belly of the beast.
I'll swallow you whole.

I am envy,
I love like a sea monster.
I am calm and terror,
the rusted anchor
at the pit of a drowning
man's stomach. I am
salt water, flooding your lungs.

I am years of tempest
and unending rain,
I am an oil spill on black ocean.
I am windstorm; I smother, I take,
I love like a death sentence.

I am the melody that sends shivers through your skin.

I am the song stuck in your head
Though my song isn’t the prettiest

You are the harmony that fills the void in my tune
As I wander up and down the scale
Jumping octaves
Skipping notes

You are the consistent beat of the drums
Holding my song together
Keeping me in the right measure
I could not play this song without you


I am the black keys
You are the white
Though we could play a chord without the other
That’s not the song I’d write

Let’s write a song that’s never been heard
We’ll hammer keys with fingers held firm

Intent on composing life’s perfect score
We’ll keep playing when our fingers grow sore

Hold down the pedal to sustain our sound
Crescendo to Fortissimo
And never slow down

My Melody
Your Harmony
Until the curtain call.

I never wanted you to hear,
About my troubled past of younger years,
You knew before meeting,
Already judging before seeing,
The gentle soul I am,
I would never hurt you,
Use or desert you,
Like ones have done before.

we’re seven years old again
it wasn’t such a danger to live in pretend

when running with scissors was the greatest crime
when nothing but ice cream was on the line
when the only thing broken was mom’s favorite vase
when we made a mistake, just stop and erase
when my brother and I fought about petty things
when it was a miracle for a butterfly to sprout wings
when we weren’t afraid to be wrong
when we listened to the radio and just sang along
when the skies were blue and the moon was bright
when the stars were what we thought of at night
when the biggest fear was the monsters under the bed
when we’d never regret a single word we said
when boys were weird and girls played with dolls
when we wanted to grow up and break from these walls

when we wished on stars and thought it would come true
when school was for drawing and flash cards and glue
when Band-Aids made the pain go away
when mom’s embrace made everything okay
when we wanted to ride a big kid bike
when the closest thing to love was like
when teachers were geniuses and parent knew it all
when we knew they were there to catch us if ever we may fall

when we could dance like no one’s watching
when we could talk like we didn’t care
when we could smile a thousand watt smile
when we could sing like no one’s there


snow was the greatest thing in the world
we didn’t count calories in birthday cake
we wanted a new toy for christmas
we ate dinner as a family
and mom and dad were the only ones in love


Looking back on that now, it seems we got our wish
We grew up, but its childhood we miss
Because now we’re all heartbroken and bleeding
Impatient
Whiney
Bruised
Needy
Pigs don’t fly and there’s no money on trees
Rainbows aren’t too colorful, sugar isn’t too sweet
Mom and Dad rarely talk and our teachers get us in trouble
Band-Aids and Mom’s hugs won’t keep us in a bubble

We were merely daydreaming, now we’re all about to fall
This is what we wanted, but we don’t want this at all

As our bodies met
You looked me in the eyes
and asked me what I wanted
Without a second thought
I replied simply
'You.'
I had never been more honest in my life.

ignorance follows me around every corner
and i’m tired of running away to avoid it
i live in a world where post-**** abortions must be proven to be legit
where ****** is advertised to come with a free **** kit
this world is a place where musicians make more than the president
and foreign residents with phd’s are struggling to make ends meet
a continent is left to die to the beat of the greed and street crime
the faces of the dying people don’t look like mine, so i guess it’s fine
i can carry a television with me in my pocket and make phone calls on it
there’s a hit reality show about a five year old girl dressed up like a corner ***
child molesters are taking fashion notes for their dungeon homes
fairy tales are profitable and everyone is worried about a zombie apocalypse
the living dead exist miserably in mass housing and arthritis has destroyed their threat of violence
we are now split in a rational debate over fulfillment of two thousand year old myths or if aliens will come back for us
and a man gets top billing in a national political conference to talk to a chair about war and the capital deficit
actresses are paid thousands of dollars to put make up on and get punched in the face
gladiatorial arts to amuse the masses resurrected for the television age
bread and circuses but there’s no bread left so let’s give them a show
i’m rambling like a crazy man but i don’t see the cameras rolling so it’s all for naught

Terrible with names
Instantly recognize faces
Afraid of being alone
Find comfort in open spaces
I have the need for love
Not the ability to show
Living in an empty world
Longing for someone to know
As time passes, ever so slow
The feeling of regret turns hollow
The seasons may change outside my window
My cold world seems not to grow
Longing for someone to know
I watch the individual snowflakes flutter, just so
I hope to have one touch me
To show I'm not alone
But they always blend into my world below
Longing for someone to know

We walk these city streets
Two instruments to the world
As I take your hand I feel
The poetry flow from your skin

Beautiful verses of life’s song
Pour into my veins
As I trace your vibrant palm
I could listen forever

I fall in love with the overture
Played by your divine symphony
Orchestrated to perfection
Within your fingertips

We walk these city streets
Two instruments to the world
The music in our soul
Emancipated by the lovers touch

Sunlight is so beautiful
The warmth from a gentle touch can go so far
The sun provides all needs
Food, water, warmth
It’s a necessity
It plays a game of hide n’ seek as the days go by
But when it goes, the moon replaces it
It’s cold, here without the sun
The days go by as the sun reappears and disappears
I find myself going inside to hide from the sun
After a few months went by, I felt the area freeze
The ground became hard without bearing fruit
I feel myself collapse from within
You were my sunshine
Desolate is the description of the land left behind
I am that land
And if I am the land and you were the sun
There is no longer life on this planet.

your name is
a poem on its own
it needs no
rhyme or meter

and I sit here
and wait for something
to change
expecting change to magically
happen inside of me
waiting instead of doing
putting off instead of doing
putting off instead of doing
why do when I can just put off?
I will eventually do it,
or forget to do it.
Then I will have an excuse, I forgot.
a valid excuse.
I keep telling myself
that I need to change my ways,
be more on top of things,
get things done.
but I don’t act.
I say, tomorrow will be the day
i change.
it all starts tomorrow.
then tomorrow is today
and nothing happens.
so I say, tomorrow will be the day!
then today is yesterday
and tomorrow is today
and nothing has happened.
I feel no different,
no different than yesterday. responsibility can wait,
I am too tired
and it is too heavy
so tired
all I can say is
tomorrow will be the day.

It's 2 am
and I haven't slept yet
so I thought
why not write you a poem?
Is it evident
that the words are wheezing
and there is no current?
The words
are wheezing
alright.
Iron rusts
when there's oxygen and moisture
and my words rust
when there's no you.
Oh,
my words
are wheezing
alright.
I've been sleeping
at the edge
of my bed, all this time
because "missing you"
is a creature on its own,
I'm not saying it's a
symbiotic relationship
but "missing you" takes up
half of my bed,
half of my words.

the lights stack up
to heaven and tonight
i think i’m closer to
god than i’ll ever be.
as i reach out my
arm and point my
finger to the sky
another star appears and
i think to myself “am
i creating that?”
i’d tear down the sky
if you asked me to,
i’d burn down the
earth if evil prevailed.
are we nothing more
than stardust floating
through yet another
afterlife? are we drawn
together by our similarities,
or just put together by
chance? i’d answer every
question if i was your
creator, but i’m not and
i wish i could be because
however you got here, you
got here pretty **** perfect.

Where does love go?
Does it fly away from us?
On small, crumpled paper airplanes,
Made from forgotten love letters?
Or maybe it sails,
Carelessly floating away from us.
So slowly, we may not realize.
Does love run?
Can it run to you like I did,
or away from you like I would?
Does it run
or does love look back?
Does love realize a good thing
when it’s there?
Your love has taken off.
It’s off in a dead sprint
To whatever home it can find.

If I seem distant,
it is not because
you bore me,
but because I am busy
grasping your heartbeat
and winding the
electricity in the air
into thread, spider-thin,
so that I will never
lose track
of where we are.

Is it the reflection of my heart
in your eyes
or the light you bring to my life?
It’s a room I enter
every time I think of you.
As I close the door behind me,
I wonder why anyone would ever leave such a place.
Is it you who gave your heart away
or did he just reach inside you and take it for himself?
It’s a selfishness that is stronger than lust.
As I force you to notice me,
I wonder how anyone would ever let you go.
Is it the beating of my heart that keeps me awake
or am I afraid of the dream realized?
It’s a moment I always regret.
I awaken and you’re not with me.
I wonder, now, why anyone would ever live inside a fantasy.

You might think it’s impossible
or you may have never thought of it at all,
But I do believe there’s such a thing
as a response that could never come too late.
For it would be fine for you to tell me in 5 years,
when you think my life has caused me to forget you,
and you would find my love still as strong as it is today.
Or in 15, when I’ve found someone else,
and I would still be ready to find you all over again.
You could tell me in 40, so we could retire early,
and do our best to make up for lost time.
Or in 60, so we can lie together in our last few years, holding each other as we die.
Love, if you could tell me in a century that you feel the same as I do now,
no doubt all of my essence, my elements, my own recycled atoms
would be sure to find yours again,
no matter what star, what planet they reside on.
For no matter when you say you love me too,
it could never come too late.

These cold autumn mornings,
Were made for you and me.
As the morning mist lingers over the rooftops,
My arm lingers over you.
Under warm covers we hide
Our bodies intertwined.
Slowly watching the day break
As the dull alarm comes alive.
Finally we break our embrace
And begin to face another day.

I like to come in
and lie on my bed
With the window open
and blinds all the way up
To let the sun warm me up
and the breeze make me curl
Into a lopsided ball
with a blanket on my feet.

I like to stay there for a few hazy minutes
To think about all the things
I don’t want to do
And to summon the energy required to perform tasks
That require so little physical force
It’s embarrassing.

I like to think that I deserve a break
Because I woke up so early and had to face the cold
Of this winter that produced so little snow
So I roll over and grab a connecting device.
I like to lie on my stomach or side
While looking through pictures of beautiful places
And beautiful people
And beautiful ideas
To tell myself that’s where and who I want to be.

I like to believe that staying here
Mostly doing unenjoyable tasks
That make my body and mind feel bad
Is going to pay off in a few years.
I like to imagine that I am brave
Enough to admit to myself
That this is not really for me
Because I am not happy.

I like to put the thoughts
Of the unfortunate facts
Concerning my approaching death
Out of my head.
I like to understand that I am being too dramatic
On the subject of my life and my feelings
Because in the big picture
what I want
is not important
So I should come back
and lie on my bed.