Saturday, November 28, 2009

Sunday, November 22, 2009

hospital photograph


Like a lover's kiss, with one foot out the door and a hand in the frame - you'll be missed gone. I don't need to know the date of your departure, but my expiration date is in question and I'd much rather know it than yours. You said "there is no expiration date on love" and this is only because it isn't a tangible thing, like the way we pray with one hand raised to god and one hand behind our backs at all time. Oh god I can't believe I'm going there doing this again.

you should see it all



If God controls the land and disease, and keeps a watchful eye on me, if he's really so damn mighty, well my problem is that I can't see, well who'd wanna be? Who'd wanna be such a control freak?

Evil home stereo, what good songs do you know? Evil me, oh yeah I know, what good curves can you throw? Well all that icing and all that cake, I can't make it to your wedding, but I'm sure I'm gonna be at your wake. You were talk, talk, talk, talkin' in circles that day, when you get to the point make sure that I'm still awake, OK?

Went to bed and didn't see why every day turns out to be a little bit more like Bukowski. And yeah, I know he's a pretty good read. But God who'd wanna be? God who'd wanna be such an asshole?

Sunday, November 15, 2009

You're one of the people I wish I knew.

hide away

I’m digging my nails and my teeth into my palms. My skin bleeds as I hold them up and cover my eyes. Another set of hands raises out of my heart and covers my ears because it can’t bare to hear the truth. A firework of emotions errupts outside of my head but I cant see it, or hear it - only taste it and describe it blindly. The only problem is that I’ve lost my words. “It’s okay, words are so inadequate, anyway.” I’m a Helen keller of truth. I feel it running through my fingers like the sands of time through an hour glass - but I don’t feel it. I just know it’s there. It was always there.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

because it's a mad world, and we need a safety net.
I feel like there doesn't have to be a reason.

Sunday, November 1, 2009


One day, I will live in a softer world - a world where you can live your life from the comfort of your blankets and the blue in the sky never fails to set into hues of red and gold. This world will be yours and it will be mine. It will belong to those whose hearts created it.

you think of everything


It's become apparent that I need you in my life more than I realized.