Electric currents
Surging
Pulsing
Flow.
White hot light
Traveling
Currents.
Thrum
Thrum
Thrum.
Static feel
And the steady
Vibrations
On fingertips
Energy
Rippling
Invisible.
Spark
Spark
Spark.
Flames
Orange and
Hot.
Catch quickly
To the bedroom
Wall.
Licking the
Curtains.
Toasting the
Ceiling.
Invisibility,
Can destroy.
Thrum
Thrum
Thrum.

-5/9/10

This fear, it is unlike any i have dealt with before
fear of being, fear of knowing
fear of re-opening my sore

 these tears i hold on the edge of my lashes
come with the sudden heat my body radiates
i can feel my heart speeding, pounding in crashes

 i wish i could show you
how badly this hurts
i need to leave.  i feel like i have to. 

all i wish for is to have no emotion
to not feel this pain
to be happy.  that is my devotion

Today, I met a man.
Ive known him for over 5 years now.
But today I met a different man
That really is the same.
Same in the way ive seen him walk,
Heard him talk…
But different in my sight of him.
Because now,
Ive really heard him,
Feel like I know him
Just a little better.
Know I will never know the whole story,
The complete man.
But thankful to get a snippet,
A shard, a piece
Of the years and stories he holds.
Listening intently to only a few of his memories.
He sang in front of and in the audience of
The Vienna boys choir.
He sang at the berlin wall.
Captain of the football team.
Met Bill Clinton and Colin Powell
And had cigars with them.
Loves his two children
Has a heart bigger than most peoples.
Treating us to dinner
We sit and listen
To tiny pieces of an amazing person,
A life filled with travels, love, and hardship.
This man that I already know,
I met him again today.

2/13/10

And as i go to write you, poem,
i think of what you should become
who you should talk to
where you should run
how you should rhyme
if you should whine
wondering, all the time.
Which words to pick
which way to go
if my images will stick
if my emotions will show.
I know i will be
smiling at the end
up for everyone to see
now i must go append.

2/13/10

Thoughts drained of intelligence.
All of it splayed on the sidewalk
For bikes to run over, for feet to crush.
Rain melts into the cracks
And the sun is painted gold for the night.
Wind whips the air outside
And hot tears roll tracks over my nose
Creating shapes on my pillow
For the world to see
But for me to hide.
Numbness in my arms.
Language jumbled.
Control is a world away.
Universe
Eyes are red and tired
But the lock on joy is rusting
Chains slowly break apart
As others constrict suddenly.
Breath is squeezed from my lungs
And black surrounds my face
Letting the painted sun sink
Without notice.

8/31/09

The coppery screeches of metal against metalorange dust floats down from the hingesrain pitter patters on the silvery paintof the old chain link fence.Breezes float in and out of the wirey criss-crosses.The sky is lavender.Cement holds the posts in place,the fence is leaning to the left.a frisbee and toy airplaneare amongst the litter on the front yard.As no one dares to cross the gate.At night, the lights of the other houses on the streetare lit. Except for this one.Dead branches shake against the windows and the gate screeches slowly.Rotting wood falls off the house.Lightning strikes and fire sparks.Slowly the house is burned.the fence leans to the left.1/28/10

The tweed of his jacket catches my eye-
Faded browns weave between washed reds.
Worn oval patches guard his elbows
As if he spent a lot of time
With his head resting in his hands.
Sitting behind his desk,
Letting the worries flood his mind.
Rectangular glasses lay a foot away from his hand.
Reading into the late hours of the night.
“Theories of Thought” lies next to him…
The pages creased and the binding beginning to loosen.
He has spent hours pouring over the philosophies of others,
Yet still cannot figure out his own,
Mismatched socks stand out
He hasn’t really paid attention in awhile
His mahogany dress shoes have seen every season,
Dark circles rest underneath his eyes.
He glances up to see me in the hallway
The tweed of his jacket had caught my eye