Zombie girl,

Do you weep,
For those you ****?
Do you feel cold,
Without your second soul?

Zombie girl,

Skeleton’s always smile.
Your skin’s getting colder,
Like a winter in your summer.

Zombie girl,

You’re an open casket,
Something warm died inside it.

Zombie girl,

Hang it up in your closet.
Don’t forget to close it.


Skeleton,
In the house of the living.
It’s like being alive,
But never being able to die.

Dissection,
On the surgeon’s table.
Gave its soul to death,
And she said her first goodbye.

She opened up,
The bee and the flower bud.
Carnivore,
She slammed her petals shut.

Why does it matter to you?
It belongs to me.
I stole its air,
That makes it free.

Hung it from an umbilical cord,
Tied under a broken crescent moon.
A stranger wore your skin,
Now they’re buried inside a human coffin.

She sung along to carols of the needle man.
Stillborn chorus of the cold dead thing in her hand.

She felt it die.
I heard the crocodile cry.
When she gave her first goodbye.

On most winter nights I turn on the heater to keep me warm.

Tonight, I turned on my thoughts.
I lay warm in the blanket of memories.
Tonight, I feel warmer than most nights.




The heater was better,
It didn't make me miss being in your arms...

I'm morose and thinking of you
I wanted to create some mental distance
So I tried to think of why I dont have a crush
On you
The strangest thing happened
I smiled
I thought of your passion for life
For the sea and her creatures
Inexplicably I felt delight
At merely knowing you
If you were to reject me
My pride would feel wounded
I'm sure that I would be hurt
Yet it's my own self doing
I could accept it
To be your friend I would want to be

I know you're not looking
Which I find quite unfortunate
Because I believe I have seen
A lot of fair women
None as rare as you
Like a unicorn so elusive
A slight glimpse of your smile
Has me captivated and smitten
Your wit leaves me staring at a wall
With thoughts of the future at the forefront
Annoyed by their ever steady presence I submit
To the thought of you and I in a battle of wit

How funny and peculiar this is
I started with the intention of separation
Like the sun over the skyline over yonder
Instead I wrote a sappy poem
About you

If i continue i know the risk
To get shot down over sea
To find myself in a raft
Desperately peddling myself back towards peace and contentment
Yet this undertaking is daring
I could not resist the mission
For a man of romance and culture
What is more valiant than the fight for her heart?
With this line I do find peace
Before my campaign begins
Because if I fall i wont be floundering
My misery and shame will be gone
I accepted this of my own accord
My situation is my own doing

She wasn't right for me
Tell her that
I can't
Yes you can
Why choose to hurt who you love the most?
Because lying to sooth your soul is violating the pureness of her love
So be honest?
Tell your truth, share your story and choose to love yourself
What if there is pain?
Life is suffering, highs can only be felt once lows are known
I wish I was as strong as you
You are talking to me and I am you, its in you to be free, if you let me be you and you be me

moonlight is invoked
as a beacon--
in taut-fingered metaphor
as beauty's parallel.
but its power is in reflection,
in meditation, in echo.

but what value is there
in light stolen and returned
softer, gentler?

maybe understanding
that these radiances exist in balance
and liken their charm
in effigy to ourselves.

When morning comes and I wipe away the tears
From your face, you are alarmed by their existence.

You hurry to the shower, leaving a trail of clothes in your wake.
Symbolic of your desire to shed yesterday's stresses.

You let the water run down your face and think,
I could let it out now.  This is my last chance to cry.

The water runs cold, back to your senses.
Times wasting, places to go, people to see.

You stand in front of your reflection judging.
You lack grace, you lack confidence, fix your posture.

Should I dress to impress, you ask.  Whatever makes you happy.
You dress for comfort, baggy jeans with a shirt and  zip-up hoodie.

Toast with peach jam.  Your favorite.  A balance of sweet and savory.
A glass of water.  Pills on the side.  You need them apparently.

Keys, wallet, phone and you're out the door.  Deep breath.
If it isn't raining, you wish it were.