"this morning I laid in bed and watched dust particles float through a beam of light for an hour. they were so light, drifting through the world of existence without a single clue. they were beautiful; small scraps of living, signs of life only stirred if I blew a small stream of air their way. It was just yesterday I felt the same they did - able to daintily bounce in my surrounding element until a large unexpected gust blew me down to the floor where I know lie. I lay, staring up at the small pieces grazing on nothingness and wonder how to rejoin them. I suddenly feel like a rock, unbelonging and heavy."

januarytwentieth, 2012

"we live in this tiny world where our lives push at the boundaries, bloating it’s stomach with fattening joy. we swirl round’ and round’ and round’ clogging the black hole drain with bubble baths and candle wax. white wine and pancakes make for a poets brew; broiling over with tangerine steam that burns away the bitter and mundane- revealing a sweet, soft layer of comfort beneath the hair clippings and bull rings."

januaryfourteenth, 2012

"they were laughing; paper envelope white smiles and cardboard coffee cups clutched in their hands though she desperately wished to dispose of the coffee in favor of his warm hand. they walked and walked- through the streets, through the afternoon, through the cool autumn air that brought hints of winter in it’s tendril breezes, whipping crippled and crinkling leaves through the blank space of the town. together they admired the way the drifting light sliced apart buildings, seemingly right through bricks and glass, like it were tender flesh. she liked him- in some stupid, silly way that he could dismiss easier than a classroom of awaiting children. she smiled at the thought, allowing it to lie below the surface of her skin- maybe one day he would pluck it right out of her much like a black feather of a swan. he spoke, she nodded; unconsciously watching strange strangers pass as they climbed, higher and higher into some strange affair of walking."

decemberfourth, 2011

"there are moments in the blanket of time where I’ve just wanted to shout “I LOVE YOU!” to no one in particular- just someone to make them feel admired and cared. these moments come in waves, days at a time and then gone for months. I want the same in return, to just hear a random voice crying out that they love me, that they desire me; but to want is to be selfish, and to be selfish is to be frowned upon. the deeds we do everyday go unnoticed but the single step it takes to break a piece of glass is heard for miles, you could swat a fly that landed on a neighbor and only be criticized for the blow of your hand. we walk through the streets, down the baked sidewalks and battle ourselves, we walk through the world, down the beaten paths and battle each other. I wish I could tell you that I love you without you reading the context too far, I wish I could tell you that I love you without you not reading it at all; I wish I could tell you “I love you,” without any hesitancy, without any certainty but with just the amount of everything you want, everything you desire but only if I could hear it in return."

septembereighth, 2011

"your eyes flicker open; spheres of dew running down pink hills, roaming across the cliff of your nose, dribbling onto the layer of soft beneath- the sun beats you like a club. reminiscent clouds of him broken by lightning bolts of her. your body fills with the liquid lead of regret, stoned to your pillow; the sun becomes stronger, blinding you through your crystal tears. alone you lay- a piece of wood drifting through an ocean of solemnity."

junetwentyfifth, 2011

"I’m weak and fragile; skinny and puny; destructive and longing. I’m fading under the Spring sun, a shadow evaporating from the cat tongue sidewalk. Naive and gullible; I’ve fallen under a spell, under the radar, away from daffodils and tulips. Lost in a brick laden, steel crossed, glass pane world full of eraser bits and masking tape. Pretending the things that lay undetermined are nothing more than fluffy pink monsters lurking beneath panels of crosshatched metal, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting to rip my heart out."

apriltwentysixth, 2011

I think I may need to take a step back; at some point you cross the crimson line and looking back becomes hazy memories. I think I might be a little into you; at some point you stop having sex and start making love. 

"she has the anti-midas touch, everything she touches doesn’t flourish in sparkling gold but merely crumbles the way a graham cracker does over a baked apple pie. temperature sensitive and mouth burning; molten glass lips guard every emotion."

aprilfifth, 2011

"Through the water she can make out the signs of lines,
Dark edges that seep into one another,
Blending the dimensions of reality,
Soft pink and gold straddling navy blue neighbors,
The walls are breathing, talking, screaming, panicing.
She keeps quiet,
Letting her fingers quiver and punch at the vulnerable keys.
Her knees keeps twitching but now the keys have twisted into a serpent-
Phoenix limbs dipping in to the tear away the scales and devour the tender flesh beneath,
Surging with thick red liquid blood.
Crystallized pain and the slithering sound of death."

aprilfourth 2011

"“babe, are you falling asleep?” you asked in your haze, the room was completely dark save for the fading glow of the computer screen in the far background. “huh- no….well yes. that’s a strange question.”I replied with heavy lids and lips of molten lead. “oh, I’m sorry am I boring you?” you scoffed as your mouth found its way between the line of my feminine jaw and the jutting collar bone valley; jeez your face was rough, no, you were rough- caught between memories, lies and fear of the future. you desired nothing more than to be the virile man at the end of the corridor who would rip out pretty women’s hearts but despite your hardest, most respectful attempts your puny human emotions drove your regret further with every move you made. scared of being alone, I allowed the moments of intimacy- I believed them to be helpful and maybe even pure….beyond the alcohol on your breathe. your talon hands searched their way down my flesh, dragging it like a toddler’s teddy bear. your sandpaper face bruised my peach fuzz skin, your tongue jumping from thighs to mouth. I could feel it in your kiss- all the desperate pain and feeling you choked back, I could taste the fear in your throat. you looked like prince charming but the end was anything but charming; “please…” weakly I had begged, my arms wrapped around your strong shoulders, “just stay….it will help.” but those same strong shoulders pushed me away and as you left me in a dark room save for the dulled computer screen that sobbed songs of lost love and hopeless romance."

januarythirtieth 2011