i've got more layers
than you had blankets
falling off of your bed
new years day

maybe i'll let you in
just for one dream
even though i know
that's all it will take
for your scent
to be on my pillow

i'll try not to breathe too deep
(if i can help it)
'cuz if i get you in my lungs
that's one step closer
to my heart

i'm not quite ready
but i'm ( Read more... )

the last string has been cut
it was nice to know you
were holding the scissors
'cuz my fingers tend to shake
when i am under pressure

i can't say that i blame you
and maybe someday
we will find our way
out of this corn field
and into a realm
know as friends

i guess i'll know
if you've given me
all the time in the world
when that buzzer
finally goes off

it is ( Read more... )

You are stuck
in my mind
like a thumbtack
in a wall
and I realize
that you
put the O
back in my Cheerios
this morning

I muse over you
trip over every syllable
cannot make eye contact
cannot move

I give the wrong
impression
‘cuz expression
hangs me low

And if I seem distracted
it is only because
I am painting
word images
of you
trying to connect ( Read more... )

this is one of my latest written thingies...  i hope you all like it.

Moment Um

Desensitized
From my third story window
I watch the riot below
it’s the perfect television
minus the mute button

Three stories have become the separation of worlds within two minutes of opening my blinds.  Shattering heads through windshields, they chant “This is your ( Read more... )

i had to write about me, which was really hard. so ( tell me what you think )

i tried to pull it back ( Read more... )

i have become everyone's little wind up doll
just twist the handle in the back of my head
and i'll dance around until the engine grows cold
then i'll slump over in the corner
depleted of my soul

it seems that everyone has found that knob
and they go twisting it and twisting it
hours upon hours until the clock work works no more
i am a malfunction of ( Read more... )

are we talking about isolation ( Read more... )

i try to grasp that trickling place between numb and neutral ( Read more... )

i squeezed you in tight margins
of my notebook nights before
flipping through the pages
i wish i drew you more

although the ink never fades
the image is made surreal
i touch and smudge the doodles
remembering how to feel

intensity not captured
like creases along your brow
yet i can picture them perfectly
as if you're with me now

i don't know what to call ( Read more... )