Monday, June 22, 2009


Synonyms mimic me
Here within your vanity
Words attack and reach
Instead of understand and teach
So say the same
Have no claims
How horrible it is to see
No words can save me
Nor undress and slave we
Dawn is not a new day
Beginning how you say

Monday, June 15, 2009


you are a lover of words
and the music they follow
they dance in your mind
and sing to be swallowed

you are at first introduction
more passionate on the inside
but muse to me always
and sometimes too much then

Thursday, June 11, 2009

Funny How

Funny how heart sadness
Can convince the rest of you
You're out to get madness
From feet to hands and in between
The small spaces filling up
Achy and sore in the face so mean

Funny how a bit of drowning
Can make you grasp the air above
Both hands outstretched in mourning
Your senses lost completely
Filled with numbness and fake smiles
Every face is utterly blurry

Funny how a bit of silent suffering
Can cause everything to slip away
People talking around is just buffering
Truth and hurt in great leaps abound
I pray jump over me today again
Because the strength losing is not found

Funny how the lying and heavy honesty
Can chip away all your faith in this life
But only your hands physically do break me
One leads to another and a backstory so pale
Which all gets read and reread mentally
The steps traced here to unsteady the fail

Funny how a wee bit of hope here
Can open your eyes and give a breathy sigh
Hold my hands and my heart in your palms near
Kindness only kills if you do it to hurt me
Because with the one chance its taking all
The smiling and love energy within to even be me

Monday, June 8, 2009


What is true
What is so sacred
That can be more than touched
More than thrown away
Less than discarded

My love, my heart
My future, my dreams
All put on pause
While deciding how much hope
Exists in my hands, within my means

Somehow the deciding
Doesn't come so easily
Intense soul searching without a rescue
Keeping myself and maybe you afloat
Unfortunately, there is no epiphany

Lights and shadows
Fill the rooms in which we live
Bringing together hands so hurt
Being ready to go into the world
Without each others' support to give

Monday, June 1, 2009

She knows it

You can't keep your feet
on the ground
you can't keep your heart
on your sleeve

But you run amuck in the streets
you stopped carrying my heart
and your soul didn't stop
or pause to hear love leave

What did we all think of this nonsensical banter?
What does 'or for worse' really stand for?

I held that door open for you
even after you broke the handle
even after it got so dirty to see through
even after the hinges dismantled

Small moments I attempted
not in emptiness
but such a waste it became
when nothing was returned the same

So we sit in silence
the midnight hour approach
and came and went again
but now more broken

None of us are perfect
but heaviness of life and light
make us stop being imperfect
and try with all we have

or at least, it should.
But where are you going?

What you need is not me
clearer than everyone we know sees
I don't carry your heart
She knows it
You see it
and barely want to believe it

But me, I don't know how many
times it takes before being broken
again and again before nothing
is left for even me