my thoughts are paper planes
that don't seem to see the runways that i drew
on the blank sheets in front of me.

A monochrome film plays
Over and over.
To a singular audience.
It rewinds.
Pauses.
Fast-forwards.
It sticks on one frame
Over and over.
In the scene
It's me, lost in a
Labyrinth.
It's walls lit with
projected clips
of a monochrome film.
Playing.
Over and over.

A crooked frame of a picture perfect family
Hangs in the hallway
With the eyes cut out
To imitate the blindness of suburbia
The family dog remains in the frame
To tell the tales of an animal
Caged in a four sided box
And the frame itself is a darkened oak
With each side representing a member
To show the strength of family
And the dark times that cover them all.

There was a time
When I was with you
And each smile,
Each shiver was framed
And hanged
On the walls of our dreams.
Now I fall asleep
And everything
Is silent,
Except the screams
Of those paintings
As they crumbled
To the floor
And didn't mean a thing
Any more.


F.Z.**N

Your reflection in a mirror.

Standing close to me,
your fingers carefully touching my naked shoulder.
I feel you behind me.
And I smile.

Your name flashing on my screen.

When you write me a simple note.
It´s starts with HI, but ends with darling.
I feel your love.
And I smile.

Your face in a picture frame.*

Image of those happy moments
when you were watching me with that expression.
I felt your eyes bore into my soul
And I couldn´t help but smile.  

When you are close to me
I smile everytime.
Do you know why I call you
my SUNSHINE?

Why do you stand at the door frame wanting a hug?
Even when the blood within in our very veins separates us
Even when one noticeably meaningful tug
Would make their eyes see suspicious
Why do you stand at the door frame wanting a hug?
Even when the many flaws have become obvious
Even if all the numbness is avoided by a simple shrug
All this needs to be absent, all this is prosperous!
Why do you stand at the door frame wanting a hug?
When my ultimate power proclaims"that's enough"
When a bond so strong, but when noticed, forced to convene with the drug
Oh how could you take such a chance when a hug will make time tough
Yet, you still stand at the door frame wanting a hug.

The Problem with breaking your heart
is that you can't let it heal to someone else's frame.

I hide my dreams in the space between
the cover of a book and the spine of it

I pace underneath beds with a pulse
and I can tell you, my blanket is
clean of dust from the bookshelf

I lie back to try change the anchor
of two on the edges of my lips
into balloons that float

I am not really good at promises:
as I hold up the roofs for you
as I said I would
Earth shifted and I let it fall
and for me to get a grip just so
I won't fall

I slip in between gates of your houses
Seated between beds and bathroom
Spinning around on the couch in front of TVs