That house that is no longer my home fills me with longing each time I go but I know: home is where the heart is. The school's not the same but neither am I; everything changes with the passing of time. That city never changed 'til I left it behind.
If I try to work hard, I burn out quickly. If I don't work hard, I'll only fail. If I I try to work hard, I always fall short. If I don't work hard, I'll only fail. I'm so exhausted.
Let's pretend I need a friend I don't know where this darkness ends and I- I can't help but wonder Who I'd be if I had another Let's pretend you want to be In the dark alone with me and you- You don't mind the dark at all You say the dark makes you feel … Continue reading Light Switch
Soft touches, simple strokes Don't you know what your body evokes I only want to do the most I always want to do the most Fingertips slip off your clothes Digging underneath the folds It's on this sin I've overdosed It's on your skin I've overdosed Warmth and wetness are all I feel It's dirty … Continue reading Dirty
"This one's for the lonely" Even when we are together. We're all really alone. "It comes and goes in waves" And it never stops. Until it stops for good. "For the ones who think they can" Never stop believing that you can. Is all of this belief just fruitless naivety? "This part was for her, … Continue reading Tear-Jerker
In my heart there is a stone, but in my soul there is a dragon. Each day that I fill a page, I manage to keep her fire at bay, but when I start to fall apart, I feel her fire warm my heart. It does not serve to comfort, but rather quite the opposite. … Continue reading Fire-Starters
Handle With Care
I do not easily attach, because, when I do, it is with the tenacity of an octopus holding on for dear life; the only way to make me detach is by severing a part of me entirely. Regeneration is possible, but, unlike an octopus, it is a long and arduous process that always leaves scars. … Continue reading Handle With Care
I've never fallen in love with the night sky. I do not see constellations. The vastness of the universe has left me feeling small of course, and I take comfort in the knowledge that literally nothing about me will ever matter in the scheme of things. But it does not tell me stories. I do … Continue reading The Stars
I am not a machine. I cannot produce perfectly timed, perfectly rhymed poetry at the drop of a hat. Each piece will not come out with the same quality, the same ferocity. Each piece these days is nothing but perfunctory. I am a machine. I cannot produce beautifully allegorical, beautifully metaphorical poetry at the drop … Continue reading Puzzle
"You're going to hell," my brother said. "I'll see you there," I thought in my head. "No I'm not," I said instead. We were standing in a grocery store parking lot. Now a pagan and an agnostic, the premise doesn't matter, yet I haven't forgotten.