I remember those days with a certain sadness ( Read more... )

the night is God so brightly
your skin made so thick
dreamy porridge

a haiku for Brian

and then, through all the tears and the blood and our rusted tin hearts, we find the strength to open our eyes ( Read more... )

all that bleach won't scrub away the soft tremors you feel slipping off into neverland nightmares and shaky eye visions. You rub the all the non-sleep from your eyes ( Read more... )

You hope that they'd show some kind of professional civility. That gold is yours. You earned it, and you deserve it ( Read more... )

Each slow motion cinema frame slowly peels away every layer of my fragile projection of life. What to cheer you up? A happy song? A sad film ( Read more... )

i'm digging a tunnel
with an iron spoon
broken-hearted
wounded
smashed and stupid
to you

In the morning she told me how much she loved me. How much I matter. How she can't help thinking about the future and what will happen when she must choose where to float off to in the pursuit of her dreams and studies. She is beautiful, and she's a good girl. I love Her ( Read more... )

I sat down on the floor. My whole apartment is the floor. There is a bed, but it's on the floor too. It is is difficult to live up to a name like Poet ( Read more... )

It is strange and awful to examine the dreams of what we want and who we are to be. I could really be a monster if I just apply myself. They are like rusted nails piercing through our awkward skins ( Read more... )