Once, we took our pens to cut our throats,Spill our blood onto the kitchen tile,So that we could write poetry with our toes,And allow us the chance to finally be free,That we might die die die to feel alive. But publicity makes all of us turncoats,And all those stupid posts've gone viral,As it starts isn't … Continue reading No Partnership Survives Fame
The engine turned over at last, proceeded by a hoarse round of cheers. The New Year had come and gone huddled in the back of the old Honda, a burbling hookah and a crushed pack of old cigarettes (Quit smoking or quit buying, eh?) our only source of warmth. Our passing savior and her oversized … Continue reading To Nowhere and Back
A friend in need is,Still a friend indeed,And I need a friend.
I believe that I have developed an odd sensibility about men and women, at least as I depict them in my poetry. I suppose I could track this arrested notion to my interactions with my mother, but I would rather not open myself up to Oedipal comparisons, so let's assume this mild distortion was formulated … Continue reading Remember When We Were
I struggle to understand people, that’s not poetry, it’s a simple fact, My actions are built upon a framework, steps to accomplish a given task, I’m not a robot, I’m just focused, But when others act without purpose, I confess to feeling robotic and my understanding less than earnest. For example, I have an old … Continue reading Conversations Online
Your song takes my soul,Once heavy, now light and free,Like a fairy bloom,How transient our lives are,How meaningless our turmoil.
She hiked up the mountain path,With the intent of leaving behind a note,But upon reaching the cliffside,Decided against it,And sent me a picture instead.
I exult the friend,Who sullies their own honor,In the name of love.There is something beautiful,About dying a villain.
I once shared your name, A badge on my chest, With such blinding pride,How could I have known,That behind your smile,And your soft kisses,Our name you whispered,Was laced with poison,Cold-brewed and potent,Born from self-loathing,Carried in your soul,Until, finally,I reached for your hand,And caught only air,You called me a fake,An idol of hate,Projected on me,A lifetime … Continue reading I Once Shared Your Name
The thin book was drawn up from its dusty corner,Having long slept, unattended,And was taken outside, a campus' summer,To be read beneath the outstretched boughs,Of an ancient maple warmed by the sun,But then, only moments after,After joyously stretching its old spine,Revealing its record of lost memories,The book tumbles from exhausted fingers,Landing in verdant greens,A little … Continue reading Outside the University Library Often Unvisited