i couldn't help but notice
how beautiful your eyes become
when you're about to cry

why do we laugh sometimes
when we don't mean to
and say words
that we immediately wish
hadn't spilled
from our lips?

why do we smile
when we really needn't
and why are we kind
to the people
who must be the most
unkind?

why do we pretend
everything is okay
when it's not
and try to ignite
our shadows
before they consume
someone else's light
just as important
as our own

why do we agree
when our soul screams at us
to stop
and keep silent
when we should be
the loudest?

why do we keep letting
honesty
be the lie
we avoid

it must be
just as rare
for a full moon
to fall
on a day
other than
Friday
the 13th

How can one die
From sadness
When one is made from it?

I found her weeping
Opposite the mirror
On the floor

She couldn't understand
How she would always love him
But never forget him

And I couldn't say
Because our voices
Were the same

what is there
to say
when i can't even
miss you

i am
cold
without you

october
you have come to sweep me away
with your flowers
blue
and the sky
falling

pass quickly
over me
my love
like the wind
that keeps slipping through
his fingers

my fingers move across the letters
feel the ridges
and the spaces between the slightly
rounded squares

q a s p y u e i o c f d

the keys don't make the words
i want them to
or say the things
i mean them to

g j o d f p f s f w e d k f j o g ?

i want to write
the most important sentence
to have ever slipped out
of my fingertips
but my mind keeps on
stuttering
and the clock on the wall downstairs
keeps on
ticking

p o h j l d e m y u i

i am a history book
that's almost twenty one years old
and i feel like i hold
a thousand empty pages
ready to disintegrate
with the next farewell

o p h k l o m n y r i c d

the shadows of my thoughts
fill the spaces in my mind
and make my heart jump
at the clarity
fleeting
and i wish i could write
fast enough
to catch the words i want to fold
and press to
your warm heart
but then i would be
as perfect as you think i am
and a lie

g n o b m h l o w t

i am afraid of your eyes
and the way your smile
has begun to hesitate

forgive me if i am wrong
and if i leave
before you can say goodbye

My keyboard
Makes sounds
Like a piano
In the evening
Spilling the sky’s
Empty
Inky
Darkness
Onto white pages
That all look the same
In the beginning

I would stand
On the railroad tracks

If it meant
That I could feel
Again

splitting
in two
and three
and four
and more
to form less

I don't believe you
Because the lines
You say
Sound too much
Like poetry

The apology
You wrote
And pressed into my palm
Staining my fingers
With black ink
Tasted
Too much
Like vanilla
And Lies

Maybe
Everything you say
Is the truth
But maybe
It's all a lie
And I will never know
And you will never know
Because I do
Exactly the same
When I say
'I do too'

Only realizing later
After you scream
That you miss me
That I never missed you
Too

it's rain, it's snow

you swear that the sunlight
is as cold
as the wind

as loud
as the fiercest thunderstorm

and as still
as the mirror
held up against the blue
blue sky

but it's not
and you still lied
when you said it wasn't
always warm

paper kites
abandoned by the wind
are falling
in the sea

clinging to the grey
as we fall
grasping
at broken clouds

scarlet streams
follow us
and make an atlas
of trails

for the stars
to follow

k.d