"In a moment the buildings were gold and in another they were the color of the deep sea. The sky was various tones of grey. They stood at a gateway made of thousands of loops, hooking one another with silence as the birds strangely chanted passed midnight. As eyelids drew down and bodies became weary the stillness of mouths was disrupted, a sweet kiss and a sweeter sentiment. “Don’t ever let me take you for granted."

marchtwentyfirst, 2012

"the air around me seems to be clogged with my thoughts. vigorous, vigorous, vigorous thoughts. sometimes they dance around me, smiling and tinkering their toes upon my shoulders —- they feed my soul, nurture my mind, build empires of art. sometimes they become leeches that suck the life right out of me —- they murder my creativity, decapitate my pride, dismember my intelligence. i am constantly losing a winning battle against friendly enemies."

marchfifteenth. 2012.

"old songs and picnics by the river. an antique kind of romance in the body of youth. their eyes twinkled like the mysterious moon they watched in the deepest blankets of darkness. his kisses were like a breathe of fresh air. her voice made him melt in times of unease. together they were happy; as easy as breathing."

marchfourteenth. 2012.

"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.