Monday, February 27, 2012


reaching for insight
grasping thin air
let down again

lost it somewhere in-between
shared secrets
and sideways glances

losing it
slipping through my fingers
drifting out the window
gripping onto a grain of hope
all is not lost


Tuesday, March 16, 2010


splayed out across the bedroom floor
so fragile and so imperfect and so inconsistent
consistent only in the inconsistency
of everything and of nothing

there was no chemical reaction
only a reaction when limbs
started hitting the floor boards
laying despondent and still

words like paper airplanes
soaring through the air
yet never penetrating any ears
shot down, mid-flight
then set fire to the fragile paper
up in flames, never heard by anyone

sad habits leading to quick disasters
puddles to streams to creeks to lakes
to seas of disastrous regrets
hoping for a drought to make them disappear
up into the sky, into the clouds
gone forever
gone forever

limbs made of lead remain on the floor
the temperature down there is turning the blood to ice

Friday, February 26, 2010


Tiny tigers/
You can't hide her/
I tell you, believe it/
Tiny bits/
By the time tide comes in/
We're closer than kin/
Gravity is in our favor/
I tell you, you can't save her/
But we're dancing tonight/
As graceful as two birds in flight/

Sunday, January 31, 2010


pressure points/
bet five bucks it'll hit your heart/

tugging on one side/
hitting nerves on the other/
until it becomes/
full body and mind/

it's nothing what you're thinking/
it is unexplainably a chain of emotions/
that is triggering your body/
to react in a way your brain/
does not want to acknowledge/
the stakes are high now/
but the game is too far in/
for you to fold/
and walk away/

pressure points/
bet 10 bucks/
it'll tear you in two

Thursday, January 28, 2010


She Is Gone
David Harkins

You can shed tears that she is gone
or you can smile because she has lived.

You can close your eyes and pray that she’ll come back
or you can open your eyes and see all she’s left.

Your heart can be empty because you can’t see her
or you can be full of the love you shared.

You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday
or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.

You can remember her and only that she’s gone
or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.

You can cry and close your mind,
be empty and turn your back
or you can do what she’d want:
smile, open your eyes, love and go on.

Sunday, December 27, 2009


i'm reaching for something
that's not there
never has been there.

i'm reaching for you
out for you,
nowhere to be found
in the sea of lies and regret
and sweet words
and the false words crawling
off of your tongue
running over your curling lips
smiling at me now;

i never wanted this

we're falling apart,

the undertow is much
much too strong
for even the strongest of the strong.

especially in the world
of discarded love.

Saturday, December 19, 2009


my heart is on my sleeve
but my sleeve is quite tattered.
I'm losing heart
every time a single thread
falls off and hits the cold ground
covered in memories and regret.
hearts like these
can only be obtained by being

desire plagues these lips,
loneliness masks these eyes.
an arctic chill has taken up residence
in my nearly vacant chest.
look closer, my dear;
my heart has left me
because it is much more fond of

you are distant and vague
very very
your identity is unknown to me
one fact I know for certain -
once I find you
and you find me
my mask will disappear.

I am not
all ice
or bitter

I am just a bit
you see.