Lungs roll up like paper |
I cant hear you over the rain, but youre telling me fairy tales to comfortably aide sleep because my imagination keeps falling through the cracks of my teethAll the butterflies from my dreams are wi...
Posted by on Wed, 11 Mar 2009 22:45:00 GMT |
My gavity pulls him closer |
I hear our shallowing breaths delaying sleep as we lay silently bashful next to one anotherPlacing my hand on his bare back, for he is turned away from me, closes the gap I feel growing across folding...
Posted by on Sat, 07 Mar 2009 15:24:00 GMT |
This is not about you. |
Thirty-one tremors in my ceramic heart since we first met Leading us to vacant parking lots you spun steering wheels with spiraling cigarette embers on your hands Gushing over pavement we stalled ...
Posted by on Thu, 18 Sep 2008 23:03:00 GMT |
It feels so good to breath. |
paint covered hands image covered heart best friends leave but i will always be here best friends die but i will always be alive i sit on my bedroom floor stereo on back against dresser open journal t...
Posted by on Thu, 10 Jan 2008 18:48:00 GMT |
The sunrise smells like... |
The sunrise smells like the moonfrom the night beforeShe lied there openHer chest unzippedHeart flowing outonto ground with shotgun shellsembedded in the groundgrowing into explosions of loveShooting ...
Posted by on Wed, 28 Jun 2006 11:16:00 GMT |
Awake and alive. |
Raindrops falling on leaves Falling on cement stairs that lead up to my mouth where green and white capsules wrestle against waves of water and tongue The scent of medication flows into nostrils from ...
Posted by on Wed, 14 Jun 2006 07:37:00 GMT |
Flowers made of sand |
A little girl drew figures in the dust with her bare toesLittle boys made bouquets out of daisesTying them with strands of grassThey ran away after puttingthem in her rose colored palmsThe sun flaredh...
Posted by on Sun, 21 May 2006 18:15:00 GMT |
The crows that sing murder... |
She looks at herself in the mirror, not liking her straight brown hair, her grey eyes. She pushes her fist through the reflection of herself, shattering her face. Blood drips from her knuckles with gl...
Posted by on Sat, 04 Mar 2006 13:48:00 GMT |
He sings tears |
I stand in the old dry barn where a band is playing for a group of intoxicated people swaying back and forth to the beat. Some people dance violently to the distorted, rapid sounds of an electric guit...
Posted by on Tue, 28 Feb 2006 19:26:00 GMT |
I watched a man dance... |
Fog covers the city in an ocean of the sunset. We chase it. Sitting on top of hills,resting on the hood of an old car with music speaking the secrets of our souls. The secrets that we're to afraid to ...
Posted by on Fri, 17 Feb 2006 17:10:00 GMT |
