Thursday, November 29, 2012

I was already dead when I lay down on it
although maybe that started from the moment I drew my first breath and let it go.

You have to be cruel to be kind they said
I thought I should cry forever
but it made them angry and it only made the sadness more.

I took it deeper inside me than they could see
and here it sings sweet and beautiful and strong
yet trapped
so when I turn away
it's my own heart that I want to break not yours
I want to know how to set love free.

Sunday, November 25, 2012


small moments 
time inching
slowly across my face
weighing on my mind
dragging my own thoughts
deeper than my tongue can reach.

Raw and hungry
needing to want more
no place like home
a broken home
you can never go back too
a gaping hole
un-holy truths trapped unheard 
tied up with words I could never really mean

Here is where you touch me
and turn my head with whispers 
torn of my own heart
I listen spellbound
as you speak
pieces of my mind, like I give you
like this
I turn away because I can not face myself. 

Tuesday, November 13, 2012

So this is how it is
we talk like this
haltingly, hauntingly
echoing ideas
not to complete
the thought i didn't have
and wont
because it is too beautiful
it will blow your mind
into littler pieces
than this.