February 2012
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what are days but time,
compartmentalized for our benefit;
without days would the minutes not
meld together like hot metal;
would we forget how to live?
days counting down toward something
separated by our dreams,
is it dread or anticipation
that fills your stomach?
with each sunset do you grow wiser,
each sunrise more strong?
we assign meaning to the passing of time
but what does time...
January 2012
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I’ve found I’m like a bag of chips—
half-empty from the start;
I take this life in tiny sips
from a fragile teacup heart.
There is no leap without a drop,
some inevitable pain;
but I’d do anything to stop
this hollow heart’s refrain.
if a heart sewn shut and taped with time
proves stronger than a whole,
I’d like some heartbreak to call mine,
to...
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I miss the scratch of your face
gently rough against my cheeks
due for a shave the way you always were
i miss the feel of your smile
imprinted into my skin
the way you didn’t hold me
but gripped
as if for dear life
as if you knew
one day I’d take my way
seeking something
less bleak
something real
something—more
and the indents you made with your fingertips
the...
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if I told you I dreamt of you last night
that we danced under the stars
kissed in the twilight
if we caught fireflies in jars
would you miss those hours?
the ones that could have been ours.
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I despise the way your words make
my heart race and my spirits soar
the way my hands shake
as I beg you for more
just know that as i think of you
the view outside my window tonight
will be twice as bright.
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your secret’s safe with me, I swear
I’ll hold it in, what no one knows
It’s locked inside my paper heart,
no prying ears or words will part;
save for the whispers to my toes.
December 2011
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It’s late, late enough to go to sleep properly but that’s not at all what I want to do. I want to lay on my bed and eat peanut m&m’s one at a time and save the blue ones for last, always the blue.
Once upon a time, when any darkness at all was a not only a reason but a deadline for sleep you would bring me m&m’s. I would always ask if they were all mine and of...
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You are nothing. What are the 60 or so years of your life when compared to the millenia that have gone by? That have yet to come? You are infinitely less than a speck on the face of the universe. Eaily brushed off, and just as easily missed. Your words will be forgotten, in the end your memory will fade.
Yet in this moment, you are the most important. Your heart beats for you and you alone....
November 2011
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you don’t need a resume to make friends
there is no orientation for success
and your road map toward perfection
will only lead to more dead ends
you don’t need frills
or a RSVP
no fancy bow
no recipe
just be
yes be
you can be enough.
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Sometimes I try and imagine what writing is like for other people. I try and imagine where they sit: a favorite chair with the polyester seating cracked and bleeding cotton; sprawled out on a bed and sharing ideas with a quilt; perhaps a stiff wooden chair, the looming threat of a sore bottom all the reason to write faster.
I imagine them, the others, putting a pen to paper and waiting,...
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11:11
Some days ache more than I can stand it, and I let myself wish. I let myself wish we could go back. Back to the way we were before, when “we” was just “me and my friend,” when a smile from you was enough to turn my day around, and when holding your hand made my knees weak and my heart flutter. Can’t we go back to when a proposal for lunch might have gone either...
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If I could leave
I would drown
Abandon this town
Go underground
Not to be found
Not to see your frown
Just down down
Down.
September 2011
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Bliss
It is so hot. I can almost taste the heat. I can feel it running through my blood. It is stealing my lifeforce and weighing in on my every step. I feel like my shoes are made of lead and my head is made of hot air. Soon I will pop. Two more blocks and I will be home, though I see a clearer future: it is me, passed out on a sizzling Manhattan street. No doubt my face will be burned upon impact. I...
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You.
It’s days like these when rain is my best friend, when the moon is at my back and my hopes are in the mud; it’s on days like these when I embrace the darkness, when the hole in my chest is cracked and sore and bleeding at the edges. And I miss you, not just with my heart but with my entire body. My eyes miss yours and my hands feel empty and my chest aches and it’s for you, it’s always...
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Soft Serve
If I could give out happiness
I’d scoop it all right up
and drop an extra scoop or two
into your empty cup
‘Cause you deserve it all my friend
you’ve earned every bite
and if smiles were like sprinkles
I’d serve you up just right.
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Calculus
In Calculus class I must sit
I don’t like it, not one little bit.
Solving problems galore
I’ll soon fall to the floor
and have a most terrible fit!
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The Best Laid Plans…
I once was in love with a man
and we thought that we had a great plan
to get married, you see then he cheated on me
and I ran him over with my van.
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Raindrops
Have you ever watched raindrops
sliding down a window pane?
Some drops, they whiz their way on by
but others, they remain.
Too small to make it on their own
too frightened to move on,
they venture forward carefully
the braver drops, long gone.
They go so slow it almost seems
like they are standing still
Waiting for courage perhaps?
or strengthening their will.
Then suddenly one...
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Fading
When each step echoes
and every smile breaks,
when actions all are hollow
and your emotions are all fakes
When breathing is a chore
and moving’s out of mind,
when loneliness is blissful
and silence is too kind
When all your thoughts are shallow
and words are hard to form,
when sadness settles over you
with it’s cloudy dark rainstorm
Rest your head here, my love
for I...
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Sleep
The night, it falls
time now for bed
as nature calls
you’ll rest your head
and we’ll drift away
to a place where instead
of worries there’s play
where frowns become grins
how you’ll beg me to stay
a bit longer within
alas, morning is here
and to stay is to sin
so sandman, disappear
a new day must begin—
let us rise up and cheer.
April 2011
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The Study
Halfway down the California coast stood a house. It was a small house (some would call it a cottage), and if you looked too quickly while driving past you would miss it. The house was decades old and visibly so; mind you it was not in disrepair, but it had a definite aged feel to it, something you just couldn’t place. The greenery that surrounded it and filled up the front spread up the...
March 2011
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Last Call
This was for the best. She would be happier this way. And that was all he wanted, wasn’t it? He wanted her to be happy. Beyond anything, he wanted her to be happy.
She stood and stared at him for the longest time, as if she was trying to memorize every last detail of his face before hesitating and collecting herself, finally speaking the first words either of them had said to eachother that...
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My Big Break.
I glanced at my watch. It was nearly three in the afternoon, another twenty minutes or so and everybody at the Boston office would be waiting to hear my presentation. I took out my phone. No missed calls, no emails, no new voice messages, nothing. Maybe it was broken. That would be unlikely, this phone was sparkling new, the latest and greatest smart phone on the market. Any second I was...
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Enemy
Harsh fluorescent lighting bounced off of white porcelain. The boy looked straight ahead. Glaring back at him was the worst being he had ever seen. They looked at each other for a long time in the silence. The light bulb above them flickered, and then glowed more brightly than before. The other never blinked, and it never looked away, he only stared back into the boys eyes as intensely as the...
February 2011
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Window Shopping
Your words are overpriced
They sparkle enticingly in the shop window
Invisible promises sliding off shiny letters
As they clatter to the floor, hollow
They are swept away by reality’s broom
One splinter the only remnant
A painful reminder of past weaknesses
At least now I’ve found a new shop
He words are secondhand here
They’re dull and dusty, sure
But the promises are...