Hope dances on moonlight
            Ephemera forms the stage, sets crafted of desires
           The scene is set, the lights on spot, the curtains drawn, actors in place.
           But no one knows the script
           She wrote it in conflicting dreams that no one dares to read
Hope feigns direction in ether
           Actors formed of flesh and ( Read more... )

I am fascinated by the way veins run under the skin
threading so close to the surface of flesh
blue lines running, mixing, into red
creating road maps to the deep interior,
all to the heart, spread like a roadside attraction.

A mecca for aimless travelers  
carnival freaks spreading themselves bare for someone to observe
side show of emotional oddities, ( Read more... )

                She cuts her soul into pieces and crafts them into paper hearts.     
In a needless self sacridice she passes them to others.
                Each heart an aspect of herself, some revered, some reviled,
                Each cut with precision and care,
                Each given in hopes of something better in return.
They take her ( Read more... )

 I am practiced in the application of bandaids.
From scrapped knees to cut fingers i wrap them in tiny plastic strips,
like armor over the broken parts of you.
creating shelter over your inner workings.
        All manner of wound made to feel whole
That time you fell in the drive way.
when the cats idea of playing left its mark.
that things we did with ( Read more... )

The room was small ( Read more... )

 
She dresses herself in white

Cold and silent, unbroken like the snow fall

This kind of beauty only last till day light

The powder underlines the infinite silence of night

Hiding the world like a princess getting ready for the ball

She dresses herself in white

The snow reinforces the idea of chastity as a path that is truly right

Illuminating the ( Read more... )

She uses him to mark dates on her calendar

Each encounter remembered with the reverence

Of some ancient pagan high festival

Where blood, body and soul are sacrificed

On the altar of someone so frail to be made a god

I have never been that memorable.

His name is marked in lines on her skin, to keep his memory

When all she wants is to forget him like ( Read more... )

He said to me "I've seen too much thru your eyes ( Read more... )

So i haven't used this thing in forever. we'll long story short life on ship sucks, I miss japan, now i miss singapore as well, soon i'll be in Austrila. then i will be in washingtion on the 16th of august then home on the 26th.

the short and sweet of my life

i will be flying in to del on the 6th of march and will be "home" for about 3 weeks