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May 2019 · 127
When you get older..
When you
get out
your twenties.
Your start to keep your hair closer to your skull
If you're me.
You start keeping your words closer to
your heart
in fear of
You start keeping your self
closed a little bit
in fear of fear itself.
When you feel old.
When you
grow in
to yourself
your love.
You start to keep your
Jul 2016 · 356
Be Quiet.
Some things make you want to die.
Some things make you want to never go outside.
Tell tall tales of old times
Selling signs of the good life.

Creep inside the old mind
trap yourself in a contest of road signs.
Be the last one to find the real reason
that we all decide to be quiet.
Apr 2016 · 1.1k
Love the things.
Love everything.
Love the people berating your job.
Love the sick and tired that can't be happy anymore.
Love the people who never loved anything in their life.
Love the animals who don't know any better.
Love the lost & found.
Love the tired & cold.
Love the ex girlfriend or ex boyfriend or ex-wife or husband.
Love yourself
Love yourself
Love yourself
Love yourself, for once.
Jun 2015 · 421
Because i'm drunk/
Today I sat forever in a coma,
locked away behind my thoughts.
I thought i'd lend my obvious arm strength,
I thought i'd lend my bleeding heart.

You were allowed to run around -
'my mother never spoke of luck.'
He tied his soul to old apartments.
This poem is ruined because i'm drunk.
May 2015 · 218
There is a note.
in the dark.
There is a note,
stuck to the door.
It is cut into the shape of a flower
& reads more like a thorn.
"I don't want to be stuck."
You only ever told me it once,
when it could have been a hundred times.
Dec 2014 · 250
Another endless
Today the ghosts in our lives aren't some old
forgotten spirit.
They are the lovers &
that we meet.
They are the people that once said
that made sense
you never got to
thank them.
Another endless
explanation of
Mar 2014 · 1.2k
Timing takes away from us
the gold medals of our youth.
From plastic souvenirs that break
timeless records without use.
No overstylistic amalgam-
-just black or white to choose.
A safety blanket or mid-life crisis-
what's left of us to lose?

With imagined money
imaginary love
what good is "good"
for bargained luck?

- I spoke of dreams I could not see,
could not feel, nor breathe, nor touch.

- I used to feel what I may be,
now I wait around and rust.
Mar 2014 · 435
I was once in a dream but don’t feel so


I used to take pills and

would feel like a bore.

I used to have nights where i’d stay up



I used to sing songs

that meant

something to


I used to believe in Ghosts,

but now I just

don’t doubt.

I used to stay indoors,

now I can’t wait to


Apr 2013 · 563
2:52 AM/Rain/Booze/Cannabis
Staying up on nights that dont matter.

Listening to music that holds a key to forgotten locks

She breathes like an old flame.

Sings like the greatest of godesses.

I knew her then..

She had some temple to watch over,

be it in herself

or her lovers after me.

The road pulled her feet

not the other way around.

My one wish was that you’d someday

want me.

While I keep my soul somewhat untethered

and blowing in the wind..

I keep it on a first name basis

with you only.

But the reality is

is that

you get to become a movie

a poster encased in bright lights

- An overpaid actor who doesn’t


the dialogue quite right.

You get to become

my favorite movie..

The one I never watch


The one I memorize every



Just to make sure I

fall asleep before I feel

a thing.
Apr 2013 · 638
Headstones for old bones.
My father is a hypocrite, my mother was a saint.

My brother has his own life now

Myself? I need a drink.

My fathers father died a drunk

his wife buried with a bottle of wine.

My mothers mother died too soon

& now i’m worried about mine.

My aunts & uncles have their share

of wealth & poverty.

The wrong ones live while the good ones die

& I wonder how that can be.

My father became what his money attained

My mother let him go.

18 years of untrue love

with nothing left to show.

A son who couldn't stop lying

just to prove himself.

The other, simply trying

to make the best of Hell.
Mar 2013 · 1.1k
Postmortem Spies.
In haunted places

something lingers of former lives

sounds played but not recorded

but by nature & her guise,

& the stone in the floor.

The seasons that leave & come back;

something short of an anxiety attack-

-in nature.

The immortality of it all contained in

energy & vibe.

Postmortem spies. (Ghosts.)
Feb 2013 · 365
Take me with you.
I don’t want to believe that I’ve wasted all your time.

Every set of lips that ever met mine

Every conversation past 3 am.

Contradicting vibes that color inside the lines.

I don’t want to know if you never really missed me,

Just wanna get through tonight without feeling tipsy.

Define a problem by the way that it lingers;

My problem is the way that my brain remembers.

How to go forward with so little truth?

Be it left lane


freight train.

Take me with you.
Jan 2013 · 574
my peaceful night.
at that moment
there was a reason the fan was spinning
left to right
another instance of
highway driving
night time
no one in sight
front of you
behind you
cruise at

my peaceful night.
Jan 2013 · 718
The Contender
Every contender begins a beginner.

With wisps of gold passing through my essence

the dancers dance with no proper introduction; (unnecessary!)

For we see who they are

as they dance

in the shadows; with wolves

or in the light; rehearsed and uninspired.

Say what you will,


the wolves always sang more in key

and with more soul

to me.
Jan 2013 · 484
Never been to a wedding.
Within my life, love has always gone away to die.

Whether it be between my Grandparents on my fathers side


the collapse of a middle class family in denial.

My mother, the saint

My father, the preoccupied.

I spent my whole life just watching them try.

I watched my extended family start to run dry

between every visitation & cancer


every divorce without answers.

The simplest thing I could do was sit by

& learn from the mistakes / the taking without giving.

The heartaches for no sake.

But still to come in my life is the difference I hope for.

The truth that I wish upon a ring to embody something more.

It could represent all that i’ve seen to forget.

& bring two stories together -

Neither in shame nor regret.
Oct 2012 · 897
blissfully blind
Covered in frost from a storm too shy; Bits of you meet my eye

Telling truths from the gut, into the blender of the soul.

It’s just me here now and i’ve got nowhere to go.

All these doctors, all these people

never imagining ends by any means

although I prefer it when it rains,

you make the storm last all week.

Only fools allow puppeteers to negotiate their homes

from their beliefs to their thrones - you are the master of your own.

All a poisonous gas created from and by each other.

It’s a wonder we’re still here

blissfully blinded as the mother.
Oct 2012 · 498
I am only shame without a number,
no parlour to your tricks & greed.
I hold within something that slumbers
and when i'm awake it tortures me.
This feast of heathenestic ideals
no room for sense unless it bleeds.
I am the fear of no tomorrow
and of no sleep until next week.
A place for counting all the numbers
add them up to feed the sheep.
Maybe Jim will go home early
or maybe Jak will sleep alone
Maybe all the things we think we know
we really,
Oct 2012 · 494
How things will stay.
You say it’s funny that I couldn’t come through like I said

You said, “Yeah, you’re in luck, you’re just like the rest.”

Playin’ schoolboy loves schoolgirl,

but with a broken heart on the mend.

My stain on your staircase is forgotten at best.

Like that outdated invitation,

to your Halloween party.

Or the streets we used to walk,

and I’d constantly worry-

that you’d find somebody else, between then and now.

I guess I was right, and I guess things work themselves out

But for the most part, I feel like

I helped push you away.

I guess most of the time, I get the feeling

this is how things will stay.
Sep 2012 · 468
My own Hell.
Simple patterns place the tune
into a new earshot of space every afternoon.
Withering and twisting it all looks the same
but it feels different on the inside
it knows its own name. The key and the flats
The vicious cycle of white, black
or both.
Some technicolor grey.

You've got to really accept it
that the heart knows what to do
if you don't, the pressure changes
and the your life ends far too soon.
Time will hit you like a brick
being thrown from
a hurricane
& in time, those of us who know our name
will still be somewhat sane.

I couldn't promise the plan
I couldn't promise anything.
But I could feel the way you felt
when you knew I was taking on everything.
Maybe you waited to watch as I tripped on
Stummbling through a violent storm of mind
My own Hell.
Sep 2012 · 655
for lack of better man;
I’d send out an s.o.s.

with no reply.

I’d endeavor the moons of my mind

between lunch and dinner-time.

I’d sail between forests of orange and green

just to hike back and see if I’d still believe.

Oh, hollow tunnels through the mountain of my heart.

bring me back to the winds that tore us apart.

Show me selfish sin and i’ll give you the rain

for lack of better man, i’d give you my name.
May 2012 · 448
Wake and toss
the bed slides on the floor
so you
remember more
instead of drifting off.
There are no sides
no conflicts, really
just a drowning in tides
so to speak.
The small lights from my computer
the hum of the fan
and the
leftover plans
I said i'd do yesterday.
Tomorrow, i'll say.
Apr 2012 · 2.8k
Pajama pants

milk in glass

watching clocks that don’t move fast




the same.

Microwave myself away

past the unsettling thoughts

into the very daunting forefront.

May I never sing like an angel again

For you, and no one else that cares

for more than a drink and a meaningful stare.
I'd lost my way with words for a bit
to ever think i'd live with it
the fleeing summer
& love's final dream
It tears my soul
it rips and screams.
I don't know much of
what I think
but I know
I know
it helps to drink.
Mar 2012 · 478
falling in lust
Can't count on diamonds to show


Can't count on the ancient ways,

& you can't count

on it

to be raining when

you really need it.

You can't count on everyone to


You can't count on Christmas forever.

You can't count the hundreds




in which

I imagine you


I know

that maybe

you're right.

I count too much

I'm covered in rust.


all apart from

fading to dust-




the next big thing.

This must be falling in lust.
Mar 2012 · 462
Such the night,
The clouds and a 'lone tower;
in hindsight;
a moon and spring flower.
to begin with,
it was too beautiful
some spectre
not to
come crashing down upon
& the days that would
let loose
and carry mud
to all the walls,
they'd remind us.
they'd remind us.
What is it so that

shakes me?

Does no sleep invoke

such haste things?

& how is it

your eyes can wake me?


somethin’ about them take me.

Something beautifully intelligent




in your eyes.
Feb 2012 · 3.0k
Spartan 1:17 AM
Partial laundry
lazy thought
the whites and the colors
it begins with the spots
and we sort it all out
combing crumbs from our hair
and as we slide into our own
we start to feel the pinch of our stares

Never-weather will always be
and evidently you're still
Something close inside of me
begs the question of eternity
but something closer still to see
shines too bright for such a speech.

No one wants your God and bread
No one needs your hand in hand.

The sorted and clean will find a way out;
a scapegoat and a martyr,
an election that doesn't count.
A breathless wonder standing taller than time
and in a few short seconds
a rev of the engine
Such a sight is simply lost
with no way to rewind.

It begins with the spots
and we sort it all out.
We fix things, we say
but we really tear them all down.
Feb 2012 · 297
half the time i'm too tired
half the time i'm not in the
A lot of the times
I never get where I want,
I never
enjoy as many things
as I

But most of the time,
you're on my mind
& I can tell that it's something
because none of the things
that I thought were so great
ever stood a chance against
Feb 2012 · 306
World watching
You have to witness any

event in awe

for it to really



There has to be something there

other than an excuse

and a reason to count your sins.

The belief in more of infinity

and less

of an end.

At some point

you stop trying to conquer the walls;

destroying the buildings that we're in.

At some point, you just know what’s what.

There are different eyes to watch the world

but none of them know for sure

what they are watching.
Feb 2012 · 431
Red Thread
They say
that the old red thread connected
by the soul
of two lovers to be
cannot be broken, only
never severed; as it would seem.
But please,
tell me.
If only it would allow us to see
just where that red thread leads

where has my heart gone to be
Will it ever come back to me?
Feb 2012 · 562
Nights filled with smoke
Nights filled with smoke
endless hours
tidying up; leftover notes
on the bedroom floor
there is
something more
than a half-minded thought,
i'd forgotten you..
the ways you haunt.
You flaunt it; your love
The boundries we've become.
Our words will always echo
but never
leave our tongue.
Feb 2012 · 454
When the time for talk is past
statues of gold will realign their
their common focal point-
The place where
eye met eye
and I met you.
Sure, that place is long gone,
swallowed by the sea.
Sure, it's defeat,
yeah it's a symptom of the war
whether 'lone or groups between a storm.

All depressing tidings have washed away,
all seasonal blessings fade.
All apart came the threads of mind
All apart,
All in line.
You'll find me somewhere lost in mine.
Jan 2012 · 721
People say that

i’m fun

& i’m kind.

The kind of spirit they enjoy

I hear all the talks

friend vs friend

in different


-they can’t

hear what each is saying


even after the badmouthing

the namedropping

the telephone calls still come in

clear as day

for them

but, people


that i’m fun

& i’m the kind of person

you can count on

when the sink stops working

or the cable goes


but you don’t hear my phone

Jan 2012 · 464
Memory Lanes
Somehow, beauty
transpires the spine
leaving vertebrae singing in perfect
little lines
of intersecting joy
& order.

It's a mess
but to confess; I will
hold it to you & say
that babe;
"You didn't really wanna stay anyways."
so love of mine, go trip down those memory lanes.
I'll be lookin' as they wane;
Disappear and erase.
Jan 2012 · 464
1:20 am.
The hungry,
the sick
The lost,

The streets sweat themselves clean
again & again
there is no
for a heart.

The forgotten - to be.
I see
Their faces
pass me
like an airliner
to a

Something grand will be crashing
and dwindlng in size
learning how
to live
with different sets
of eyes.
Jan 2012 · 590
in this alone?
Have I been compelled to tell you nothing?
Is such a word spoken that I leave here without..
Knowing whether or not you still care for I,
for I am alone in this thought,
or so
it seems.
Where are all my dreams and
the things you said I had?
-Where is my soul & where is my love?
Am I so void,
like some
un-blessed robotic voice.
Am I so obsolete?
Am I..
Am I in this alone?
Jan 2012 · 655
Many strategically timed divisions of
bird and sky
and tourist trap
bad weather

If there are any leftover emotions
i'd be the first to let myself show it.

What I tried to say didn't ever make up the difference.

Pretended to live for myself-
how can you plan
on something to happen
if your hand is shaking all the time?

Tell me how many
are really
For a bit of constant change -
- it's funny,
can come in bits.
Dec 2011 · 593
all ears / all minds
My coursework printed self.
of things I don't really understand
but would like
I never understood you.
Maybe that's
things escape me so.

You have your tangeant soul
and i've nowhere to go.
You and beautiful
(hand in hand)
the same thing to me.
This places a curse in my eyes
for every other dear in my headlight.
So i've found confidence in nothin'
to display myself for
all ears / all minds
yeah, i really
but neither does anyone i've come across.
Dec 2011 · 457
Turn Signal
Some thoughts swing like they're
a hinge on
the door of your mind
back and forth
back and forth;
Eventually the pressure
People change
dreams shatter
and we go
our separate ways.
You start to
meet people at 4 way
stop signs
Like today,
I met this girl
she was coming from
the right
turning my way;
but I was
turning left

Sometimes you
just know
which way your
turn signal
for a reason.
Dec 2011 · 523
Cut that out
This digital screen, these provisioned dreams for our collective conscious
What a glorified team, this planet
it's rulers
All painted and standing in blood coated sand
from conquests;
Met with unforgetting eyes
they birth wolves that howl in the day
only to speak their own name
as the world
and no one else

Cherish me
my hidden pride
I know you're there
beyond my self concerning sorry soul
and beyond my self control
as I was born
in front of this digital screen
as some dream of
for myself
of myself
and unto thyself

it's time to cut that out
Dec 2011 · 514
The cat
My thoughts could be beautiful if not so skewed
untangible things in very lucrative views
unhappy me
quite happy you
& the cycle continues as we make ourselves lose

The day could never do the job of the night
it would ***** all the time
about never getting things right
always lookin' in the dark
never findin' the right keys
to a door that's unlocked
but still won't open for me

If only the cat had a more noble speech
maybe then he,
could talk sense to me
and maybe
i'd listen
for once in my ******* life
i'd listen to the cat speak
and take what he means
about the good and the bad
the wise and the lost
and understand that he sees
what he wants to see
because he's a ******* cat
that's fine with me.
Dec 2011 · 476
Stay still
If I ever knew what to say
I'd of said it long ago
Just hopin' that
you'll let your beauty really show
or didn't I know you?
Please say it's not so.
didn't I know you?
It goes to show

that "somedays"
aren't always spent alone
and your favorite mondays
always ended in snow
when the bus took you home
when your father let you go
anywhere you wanted
but what do I

Simple little thoughts never slept
just crept and crept
along the gate
- of my bad dream,
of this bedsheet
and I wept
like a sniveling child
with only a few thoughts to carry
on my back
through the dirt;
none of me
two of you
but somehow,
you know
i'm content with wishin'
on an empty old well
as long as my feet work
and my hands can stay still.
Dec 2011 · 453
This spring
All of the petty
trying dreams that I had
they had left my hangin' by the spot I stood
and the heart that I had

I remember driving away
for a
really long time
and staying up
for a
really shallow thought

Someday i'll find you
out there in the sand
jumpin' all around
in a space that sews the tides
and forgives the 'lone & tired
in a space that speaks of love
and little things that go your way.

How spacious this room
I only realized just now
how empty this hallway
with a sudden low sound
how forgotten this couch
how unplugged this thing
& how i wish it were the same
as a couple years ago, this spring.
Nov 2011 · 1.0k
Tough guys act themselves as such
Just a rough spot - Insecure with blush
just a cover up
Skinny guys like me
don't pretend
can't even begin to think how such a thing would be
Skinny guys like me
wear the heart on the outside sleeve
all pricked with holes and slightly bleeding.

Maybe that makes me tougher than I thought
and my silence is to show that I haven't forgotten
who I am.
Nov 2011 · 651
Some space in which I once resided - Some memory that overrides the rest
A lack of faith in myself at best - Some story that I couldn't finish
Allowed to prosper - Allowed to wake
& within my soul, something quivers & shakes.
Some friends I no longer have
Some diamond in the wind
left me hangin' by a feather
wishin' all of this had been.
wishin' all of this had been.
Alone and lost inside my head
wishin' all of this had been
Nov 2011 · 409
Pass by.
She passes by like wind I can't see
& i'm falling in love with every thought to be
like a cold winter snow in the middle of the room
or a step too far that had you landing on the moon.

Engrossed in context; May it never be sorted out
The lies and the truth will always accompany doubt
No wandering time bomb leaves gold in its wake
only silver or bronze to keep us running late for first place.

I pass her by like I don't feel a thing
& i'm falling in love with every dream that she sings
like a warm summers night on the outskirts of town
or a car that broke down without making a sound.
Nov 2011 · 819
I never had too much of anything
always a giver
gave my heart away

I never thought too ******* the future
always the past
that comes back
to stay

Every place that I go
is connected to no golden
no special meaning
just some cold wet
& the kids coming home
for a week

Nineteen and alone
Surely it shows
Nineteen on the road
-Wherever it goes
Nineteen and alone

For now;
Nov 2011 · 588
the world was just that
I knew too much
my own good

Space between a thought
the electrical signals that
become us
Do you ever stop one mid-cycle,
and say
"I will not."

It's a thing you would do.

I can't even imagine
to be a part of
your mind
these days

the world
Nov 2011 · 397
There are some
rejoice in the respect
of each others
sip their drinks
they leave

There are some
die in the grace
of one another;
on a wednesday evening,
no fancy
no extra
jeweled up skin.
Just a bottle of gin
& the need
to empty

& there are

Who for
whatever reason
choose to stay
They've cast
a long ways
from home
maybe they've
let go
Maybe they
want to try
for a bit,
Nov 2011 · 513
I'd like to find a purpose in the pull of the night
I know it's there, I know I love it.
can't wrap my mind around it
to do

I hate to see things go by me
as I count puddles in the street
I laugh
for seconds that seem so brief
then the rest of my day goes by

Yeah, it's so sudden
any change that we love
any embracement of the drug; we so casually ignore
any side affected fun that didn't last for days to come.

So we sit still, and cry out "numb"
while pain preaches to my broken thumbs.
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