Sunday, June 29, 2014


Stupid girl
He'll never notice. 
Doesn't matter how much
Make up you use. 
You could scream on street corners.
You could spend a million dollars.
He'll never notice. 
Stupid boy
Why do you try?
She has her world
Of crystal and glitz. 
Wrapped in what she wants to see. 
Why do you try?
Until a stupid girl and a stupid boy
Finally look and find 
They aren't so stupid after all. 

Saturday, June 28, 2014


A tiny hole in the tree.
Critters live and
Hunted hide. 
The hollow of a soul is different.
It's not safe or comforting.
It's just empty. 
An apple cored. 
Something people see through. 
No matter what you cram
Into that breach
It will always be a canyon. 

Wednesday, June 25, 2014


The joy
The absolute rapture
My blue light special
And I'm pouring my heart
Into a little black box 
And sealing it with red wax
And kisses. 
Buried in the backyard.
Do not disturb 
Until forever.


Tuesday, June 24, 2014


Perched on the edge. 
Stairs looming.
One tiny breeze
Will push me over.
And then you rush by. 

I'm in a heap
Wondering if you'll set me upright. 
But I'm not uncomfortable 
So I'll just lay here a while
Until you notice. 
My stitched smile 
Ready to comfort
For when I'm needed. 

Thursday, June 19, 2014


Bound and breathing easy. 
Pitch black. 
Left on my side. 
Curled fetal. 
Tears evaporated. 
Only the salt remains. 
Iron on a broken lip.
Broken feels comfortable. 
Broken is familiar. 
Broken is home. 
I'm afraid of the sun.
Better to suffer the devil you know
Than trust yourself with things that burn.

Pas de Deux

Dancing on the wind 
Makes it hard to stay still.
All the upswept moments
All the music
Every beat
Tattooed on my heart.
Arabesque words
Bourrée thoughts
Relevé emotions
Each pulling light from dark.
Action from nothing.
More demanding than ever,
But peaceful faced. 
We could be two
That move as one
And make the wind jealous. 


Wednesday, June 18, 2014


This isn't romance. 
There are no love letters, no long looks. 
This isn't infatuation. 
There are no giggles, no day dreaming. 
This isn't forever. 
There is only right here, right now. 

This is brutal. 
This is swift. 
This is soul crushing. 
This is harsh. 
This is punishment. 
This is reward. 

Only the beauty that follows is eternal. 

Thursday, June 12, 2014


"Do it" the voice says.
How can I not listen?
There's no escaping.
"You're worthless" the voice says.
I agree. 
"If only you were prettier, people might see you" the voice says.
It's not wrong. 
"You worthless, ugly thing" the voice says.
I feel the warmth of tears threaten.
"They won't be able to ignore you now" the voice says. 
I take a deep breath. 
"Do it" the voice says.
My breath bursts from my lungs. 
"Maybe tomorrow, Voice."
Maybe tomorrow.