Thursday, December 23, 2010

I'll find you
In that Neverland
Where we can
Walk a while
To remind
You of the days
When you used
To smile

Tuesday, December 21, 2010

It's all just water and wind
Given a little spin
That lets us tell the future.
there is the softness
and stillness
and pause between
your breaths
that puts the world
at ease

Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Stay in the warm, soft bed,
Where the curtains and blankets
Block out the sun and noise
And all thoughts of people leaving.
Stay in bed to sleep.
The world feels better there.

Sunday, July 18, 2010

I wake up to your words,
"I wish you were here,"
Lighting up my phone,
But really, lighting up my heart.

Saturday, July 17, 2010

You're like thunder
And lightning
Such a comfort
While I sleep
Tired friend,
When conversation fades
What is left in the end?
Are you happy
Or so bitter
To the world again?
This is good.
We are good.
And I can't think
Of what
Would be better.
Left alone in the wind,
Make up words
For life's sins.
When it's an effort
To keep us going,
What's the point?

Wednesday, July 14, 2010


We will be
Split apart
For our own
Selfish needs

Friday, May 21, 2010

I have no mind
For dollars, dates, and times.
I wrote words in the walls
I can't remember
And left images behind
I cannot forget.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

The memory of you
Has always been
The faint expression
Across my face

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

I can't believe it's right
My thoughts to go to
My heart to go to
Putting all restlessness
At ease
You at my side

Tuesday, February 16, 2010


The list keeps getting longer
Of questions I can't answer
And I'm supposed to be
Here for an education.
I'm scared to be in love with you
Because I know what we'll do
When we have to walk away
And I fear that impending day
I feel the pulse beat
In my fingers
And taste the breath
Of you,
Spilling over my skin,
Heavy,
Like the smooth smoke
Of a cigar.
Holding my tongue
Between your teeth,
You whisper your
Intoxicating prayers,
And surround all thought
In my mind...


This deserted land deserves better
With it's broken and abandoned fame

Sunday, January 24, 2010

You taste so fine
Like a bottle of '87 wine
Putting a smile on my face
And tingles down my spine
Despite all our swearing
We let ourselves fall apart.
I knew it last July
As we stood in the old alley
Posing in the lighting
With your camera held high.