Remember those days when you could imagine him,
dream up your dream man?
Remember those days.
Remember those days?
What happens when they fade?
Faces flood, faces blur, princess locked in a tower.

Underneath a spangled sky
hours leap, our eyes half-closed,
embers fade and then we watch
the sunrise decompose.

5AM i walk towards "home" in yesterday's dress,
lake seagulls scream in the sky,
a still-shallow sun melts my sensitive eyes.
good-morning  
i think, good?
perhaps,
but nonetheless morning

--a take on many mornings i have had lately--

I would take to the lake.
Try to clear my head.
Think.
My boy, he liked coral pink.
And oh did his heart sink.
I took to the lake.
Oceans were too far away.
We shifted and we swayed.
Not today.
Couldn't stay.

It's cold.
It's quiet.
I am cold
& I am quiet.
I feel cold.
To the touch,
in my organs,
& I hear quiet.
I hear everything
except for what I want to.
What I need to.

Quietly I sit, watching the cold waves of Lake Michigan
come crashing in, just like you & me.

Is it stronger to say
I'm Fine one million times
or should I admit you broke my heart,
you really did.

ethereal tones droning,
harmonious wings flap
harpooning the heart
into soprano skies.

staring into each other's eyes
aloud, we would recite, "you."

What if on my way home I was in a car crash...
...I am fine,
but before you disappear a night at a time
let me know if you love me.
Miscommunication,
or needing space,
whatever we have doesn't need to be a race,
but let me know if you love me.

This time is for me, snipping away any of you.

I told my sister how
we kissed for the first time
watching Juno. She asked
when in the movie, *I answered
from beginning to end.

the thunder
crashes
& off
eyelashes
tears fall
like the
night rain.

Summer, you do not have to be a fleeting lover.

Your words were grapefruit juice in a finger wound,
supposedly sweet but harsh too soon.

the pain is not in the unknown,
it is in the knowing

We plug up our ears
feeding music to our brain
so that the busy streets around
produce a dream-like state.

I wear my heart on my pinky finger
I've been making promises to myself
And no one else.

my breath sends clouds back to the sky
while bitter winds pull tears from my eyes.

It's when you sigh
after
I kiss you
deep
& the sound of our
laughter;
It's moments I want to
keep.

Take cover,
take over.

into some type of infatuation,
and then when i was bruised up enough
i climbed back out,
grabbed your hand,
and slipped back into something
that feels like love.

I know I am wasting time,
I'm awake at night, can't sleep and my jaw's in pain.

After you made the comment that we spent the past 48 hours together,
         as if you had been counting down the second- ticks on your watch,
         I spent the next 48 hours in my car,
         crying.
It was innocent enough, your comment.
& sometimes it feels nice to cry.

Please do not ever say that again.

Dating is the Devil's game.
If she wants to slither in,
let her.
Soon the apple falls upon the head
of the snake.

Tender times are telling times,
She will get what she deserves.

Tousled hair,
Friday's cologne,
I thirst to sip you up.

It wasn't my plan to house a barren land
within my heart, you see.
As I walked all year, and fell in love,
everything was slowly taken from me.

It wasn't my plan to store a broken voice
within my throat, you see.
As I spoke all year, and shared my love,
I realized you never listened to me.

And now my feet are covered in dust,
it's desert in my mind and heart,
I am left behind, sad and lost,
but it's now that you want to restart.

Black licorice,
I don't wish
to be rich.
Money won't buy
happiness
but it'll get ya close.

did you notice the light go out in me?
of course not, when you always forget about me.
i feel the flame go out
snuffed to smoke
but i want the fire, the flame
what a joke.
i broke.

tonight the sky
needed to cry;
likewise, so did I.

& like the thunder
loud & bold I,
too, needed all to
know.

Give your time to a lady,
give your time to a gent.
The greatest gift you can give
is where your time is spent.

I've been wanting true love,
& I've got a guy who will tell it true.
Not sure if what we've got is love,
but it'll have to do.

dotted hairs I'll shave until I die,
welcome to my inner thigh.

To d(liberate)ly love:
the kind I'm in the market for.

for you to hear
in hopes that
I might listen.

I want to feel your nose brush across my face;

lips of stone, melting at the break of mine.

I do many different things at many different times
And mostly it makes me feel alright.
But then a few weeks pass and I am back on my ***
Wondering what I did to lose the fight.

I'm stuck in a dreamland, honey, but what else is there to do?

I'm trying to find the right thing,
To feel alright doing what it is I dream,
And if not for me then for who?
What else is there to do?

I'm stuck in a dreamland, honey, but what else is there to do?

A friend asked what I've been up to lately
And my only response was "just livin' life."
"Whatever that means," she said
And, honey, what's truer than that?


I'm stuck in a dreamland, honey, but what else is there to do?

I'm stuck in a dreamland, honey, but what else is there to do?

I'm stuck.

Where do we go when we die?
Are we destined for clouds,
fire or for dirt?
I'm still breathing, heart beating,
wondering why I feel
as though I have died.
Does every end hurt?

This boat we are in strikes an ebb and flow far too often and it feels old.
A day in the past made of gold is too heavy for me to hold, anymore.
So as not to drown, let's let go, let's learn to swim.

Do flowers have the choice to grow?
Do we choose? Do you know?
Do branches have the choice whether to bend of break?
Is this life's course? Is it too much to take?
Does the wind choose when to blow?
Does it get to choose when to stand still?
Do leaves drop at their own free will?
Do trees long to age past our time?
Where are answers to these questions of mine?

Look inside, look around.
From Earth to sky back to the ground.

Each new love sparks a promise of evergreen
And now I understand, now I am willing to see,
Peppered hair, twenty-six, glistening grays,
This is supposed to go another way,
this is the start of something else.

Bleeding blood,
we bled it all.
Saying things,
we said it all.
Feeling things,
never happened at all.

My body is slowly awakening with pins and needles.
My mind is conscious with memories reeling the good in reverse while the bad forces itself forward, jamming my heart, body and soul with the truth.  
I am light. I am floating. Yet I am heavier than the air around me. Afloat with hope bound to be punctured.
I exist through the motions of my day, clawing for healing, love and strength.

When you don't put your passions to use,
leave them unmarked & unloved
in collectible cases up on the shelf,

When you don't put your gifts to test,
leave them wrapped & tucked away
in the corners of "some day,"

Do you feel like you are wasting your life, too?

and I’m okay with that.

Who ever said that serious couldn’t marry silly and become one.

I'll prove you false.

After all, I’m in the truest love.

feel the sensation
of your insides rotting
within the confines
of a gray cube

I will wait for you,
I will wait for you and I will hate you, too.
I will love you more than you ever do,
but I will wait for you to.

they never return your call
says it all

My dreamer heart is tied to you, dreamer.
I'll gaze out every window until you walk by.