I like taking old poems I've written and removing specific lines that I really like and making another poem out of it ( Read more... )

I can successfully avoid everything by sleeping. It's tempting, but oh so detrimental ( Read more... )

There is no home for you ( Read more... )

More work, with a theme of "inevitability," perhaps ( Read more... )

I climbed hedges, I was in clover
Listening, breathing, blacking out
Isolated and incoherent
On an island in a median of thought
Where cars do not dare to tread
And life is eked out in the middle
Of a pair of concrete ribbons
That forever run these parallel lines

The words I spoke to those I love
I forget again, every time
I walk that deep summer

For the second time, edited and deleted ( Read more... )

Edit and delete.

( Current Work )

Are these awkward last words
Enough to grant closure, enough to repair?
If it were that simple
Perhaps I would have thought it through

Or maybe I would have cared.

Perhaps you will keep your promise. I won't pin anything on it, but hope is an irrational and wonderful thing ( Read more... )

We tried to wake him again
Just like the three times we had before
Wondering
If there was anything
Left inside his head
Sometimes you try despite the risk
Sometimes you try because of it

And when he awoke
He spoke those words like he did every time

"I could show you every hope I've ever had
And the moment where I let it go"