How often have you sat composing thoughts in which to get lost in?
So morose by your bleak surrounding that you escape into a fantasy?
You are my fantasy!
That dream lover into whose being I am lost
My songs of sorrow seem to be embraced by more than the weeping of a poet’s heart.
At times it appears that even the spirit of Mother Nature feels my pain
And she cries with me in a sun shower to let me know that I don’t have to carry this burden alone,
Again
But at night, when I am bombarded with memories of the smell of your fragrance,
The caress of your hands
The taste of your lips,
That look that appears on your face when I do those things that make your body submit
Girl we are fortunate that Mother Nature doesn't share my burden then.
If she did the tears from her eyes would consume the earth
Consume women,
Consume men.
And the heat of her fires would in turn set it aflame
When she witnessed the passion of our love making
The pleasure
The pain

Even through our separation, I taste you
Intensely!
And since this separation I've found I missed you
Immensely!

There are piles upon me
Piles and piles and piles
Things that weigh me down
Things that tear up my heart
Things that stop my breath  

But these are the piles that
Hold us down
Hold us down to ourselves
To the people and places we love
Make us feel alive
Make us feel happy

And the piles upon me
Piles of words
Piles of lies
The piles that turn Happiness
To sadness
Regret
To shame

These piles are how I live
And these piles are how I'll die.

You used to tell me I reminded you of a star,
that I shone the brightest in the darkness
and lit up the night for you

I tried to shine brighter
to show you the way through the night

but you did find your way
to a warm embrace of someone
more than a star

I realized, too late,
that you craved something other
than a cold light millions of lifetimes removed

I guess all you saw in me
was a glow from the past,
anyway.

last summer
I met a boy of 6 feet tall
he is two years older than me
he listens to punk rock
has an alcoholic father,
and his kisses
are sweeter than honey
and softer than silk

we spent countless, long, dreamy
cold, rainy, humid
nights
in my backyard
with the smell of too much hairspray
which I can not bring myself to smell again
and mosquito spray which I never apply anymore
11pm
4am
the hours passed by like minutes, seconds

under the stars
telling secrets
I was scared
scared of losing him
even though he was already lost

fading
disapearing
slowly and then all at once

hallways
silence
stares
me alone
him and her

11pm
4am
hours seem like eternitys, milleniums
crying
flashbacks
thinking about the us that will never be
blood spills on the paper
spelling out your words, promises
do I even cross his mind
maybe  probably not  no

I'm sorry I wasn't
skinny
pretty
funny
admirable
good
enough

I'm sorry

we didn't even say goodbye

goodbye, Brandan

you could almost see
ink flowing through her veins
and how she spread her words
across her heart
waiting for someone to
read them
and she may have been
complicated
but she had such
simple needs
but no one took her
seriously
and she let things
hurt far more than they should
because she truly cared about
people. everyone. everything
because it felt right to her
and she had no idea
how to be anything else
because sometimes she
wished she could
but if you were to pick apart
all these little pieces
and how memories always stain
then maybe you could
see something
special there

Shortness of breath
Hot all over
Wanting to touch you but I can’t
Exasperated by my situation!
It feels as if I’m going insane
Baby,
You’re making me insane.
You know all the emotions you trigger when you look my way,
How my pupils dilate when you kiss my lips that way.
Girl, I seek the rhythm that moves you
That guides your body in this dance of life
Once found I wish to become that rhythm,
Giving birth to a music that will transcend sound
The music two souls make when they are one.