static in my heart |
hey you, it has been a whilesince you pushed your face against my chestand told it things likei don't love you anymore.it's been a while since you thrusted uptowards me but had your heart openedtoward...
Posted by on Sat, 03 Oct 2009 21:55:00 GMT |
For Once Its Not About Canada |
Outside the trees are lower than usualwith knowledge of the heartache infectingthese headaches. They sulkand howl like sirens sounding war.My violent eyes are guns, blowing up imagessharper than the g...
Posted by on Sun, 03 May 2009 03:24:00 GMT |
sometimes i feel inadequate |
again, two.1'Ello You,You were drawing and all I wanted to say isDont stop dont stop dont stop. I kept coughing up heartbeatsthat said the same. This is not about you understanding me,or you sittin...
Posted by on Mon, 23 Mar 2009 21:24:00 GMT |
That's your "I'm a little bitch" feeling. |
Sometimes I achein places I cannot name.I'd rather not try and saywhat my swelling organs should.I promised myself I would not curl up outside your front dooror paint stop signs on your walls, or send...
Posted by on Mon, 16 Feb 2009 22:59:00 GMT |
Dont Take This Like i Think You Will |
you know this is about you,but dont take it how i think you will.im not hopeless.this isnt a plea.im here.youre here.let it be what it will be.im happy either way. eThere's Something Wrong With This P...
Posted by on Sat, 14 Feb 2009 21:49:00 GMT |
an opening for something old |
2 poems.one written last weekone written last night.feelings have changed.slightlya disaster has happenedi learned the hard way that stuffing lies behind my ribcage did nothing but aided them to grow ...
Posted by on Thu, 25 Dec 2008 17:45:00 GMT |
i write too much poetry |
Sometimes I cannot sleep. Earthquakes burrow into my sheets; hands meet the radiator, the chunks clunk then chip away, like my roller coaster thoughts that loop around the room. My head smacks ont...
Posted by on Sun, 14 Dec 2008 05:23:00 GMT |
not everything needs an explanation |
It comes out fast, but not in words. This is life, the direction my blood flows, the direction my fingers point. Hard, shoving down into places I've only just seen. Places I only dare reach after th...
Posted by on Sat, 06 Dec 2008 04:54:00 GMT |
i always leave things out |
short words mean heartbeats when you arent. and you are blood pressure, whether you like it or not. next to red blood cells you backcrawl through the trees, finding yourself smoking leaves near my co...
Posted by on Wed, 03 Dec 2008 04:20:00 GMT |
when time does not heal |
i wonder about lots of things. are my fingerstoo big, is my bed too small?did i place my hand on your thighwith too much asbestos in my skin?i hold my brain in my fistand feed it codeine. it's funto v...
Posted by on Tue, 28 Oct 2008 06:17:00 GMT |
