I'm waiting for blood to flow to my fingers
I'll be alright when my hands get warm
Ignoring the phone
I'd rather say nothing
I'd rather you'd never heard my voice
You're calling too late
Too late to be gracious
You do not warrant long goodbyes.

"What am I to you?"
     These five infamous words are what traveled through wires & atmosphere & buzzed beside ( Read more... )

June again.  Another month gone away. Another one conquered. Sometimes that is how it feels--like we're battling with our days, constantly fighting them off to get to the next one, when we will do the same thing all over again. They are hard and resilient. But I know that I am much harder, much more resilient. I am better than the days that happen ( Read more... )

Something always brings me back to you
It never takes too long

I saw him today for the first time in a month. It is remarkable what time can do for the soul. I will not say that I felt nothing. I think a prevailing truth is that love never leaves completely. Whether it walks out for reasons we don't understand, or we push it far from us, with it's ( Read more... )

I was just guessing at numbers a figures
Pulling the puzzles apart
Questions of science
Science and progress
Do not speak as loud as my heart

I am discovering that I write least when I'm most inspired. I cower from words out of fear of what they will read. Everything is so real.

It has been a long few months. So many things are happening. Bad and good ( Read more... )

And I just want to make it go away.

Sometimes it feels like we're at the end of something. Sometimes I wish I could flip the hourglass and buy more time for everyone. Sometimes I wish I could buy everyone a flower and fix our insides when they hurt so much. Sometimes my heart breaks for the people I love. Sometimes I wish we didn't break each other ( Read more... )

"Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I'm not living"

I wish I was a poet. I wish words curled out of my finger tips and danced onto pages like ballerinas fluttering on a stage, in a playhouse in the middle of New York City's winter. I wish it would snow. I wish my car were a little nicer looking. I wish I ( Read more... )

I've looked at love from both sides now,
From give and take, and still somehow
It's love's illusions that I recall.
I really don't know love at all.

February already? Seasons keep rolling in and out before I've felt them. They have always said this happens. That Time doesn't stop for a soul. Not once. I never listened. Does anyone?

It seems that ( Read more... )

Outside the rain is tapping on the leaves.
To me, it sounds like they’re applauding us--the quiet love we’ve made.
Will I always feel this way? So empty, so estranged? It is pouring. I am watching steam rise from the streets as droplets make tiny ripples on the asphalt. wondering how the clouds can hold so much in. Wondering when they decide ( Read more... )

I`m perfectly lonely
`Cause I don`t belong to anyone
And nobody belongs to me.

I remember the time you told me,
You said, "Love is touching souls,"
Surely you've touched mine.
Because part of you pours out of me
In these lines from time to time.

I've been listening to Joni Mitchell a lot. Her voice resonates with me. She's special.

I miss San Francisco. I miss that enormous red bridge, and how it revealed itself to us for a ( Read more... )