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In Uncategorized on November 27, 2015 at 2:21 pm

Sleep escapes me.

The sun rises.

I resist the urge to reach for a pill to bring on the cold, unfulfilling sleep of science.

Pain could be relieved.


Can’t seem to close my eyes, under invisible duress.

Thoughts race, unbidden.

Voices from the past.

Chastisements, previously unheard.

What if I had?
What if instead..?

Circles and circles.

I am not OK!

I want to shout but it would fall on deaf ears.

Everyone so concerned with themselves.

Guilty of the same, I sit alone.

Memories, shattered and jagged.

Cutting like glass.

Blood, bright red and dripping.

Fading into a foreboding crimson.


Fetid, stinking.

Putrid like my soul.

Streaks of ingratitude.

Moments forgotten, taken for granted.

A life lived.

For what?




Radio Silence

In Uncategorized on January 13, 2015 at 11:29 pm

Do you wonder where I am?
What I did last Saturday?
Does it keep you awake late into the night?

I know it doesn’t for me.

With detached curiosity, I hope that you are moving on.

It’s going to hurt to see you with someone else.

I know and I am preparing myself, inside and out.

Everything she does, you will compare to me.

When she laughs, you’ll hear me.

At first.

It will all fade away.

If you just stay gone.

We can both move on.

I wrote a poem for you yesterday, then looked at it and wondered why

I want to flush you out of my system, like a poison or a drug.

I keep giving you this time, in my mind.

I need to move on but I stand still, in stagnant water.

Confusing Dream

In Uncategorized on January 7, 2015 at 6:13 pm

We were back in Okanogan for whatever reason, walking along Main Street. Yes, it’s really called that. It was dusk and we were holding hands when you stopped me and pointed up to the sky. There was a plane zooming around leaving a trail of letters in its wake, “Jerry loves Jessica” it said. Such a grand gesture from you was so unexpected, it took my breath away. We continued walking and turned right to go up the hill towards my Mom’s house in town.

We stopped abruptly when we saw an overturned red truck. You went to the driver’s side and I cautiously approached the passenger side. Sure enough, the driver was still inside. We looked at each other and communicated without any words that we had to help this man. You put your hands beneath his shoulders and pulled him out from the seat. He was conscious and scooted himself out to help you. It suddenly looked like he needed more space so you hoisted the car up so that the driver could stand. Just as he stood up tall, you lost your super human strength and dropped the truck. It smashed the man like a pancake and we knew instantly that he was dead. It was then that you revealed to me that this was the man who you paid to organize the sky-writing. What does this mean?

Final Curtain

In Uncategorized on August 21, 2014 at 5:25 pm

Different players, same game.
Knock down these walls that I’ve made.
It’s going to feel the same when you break me,
The same when you take me, for granted like the last one.
I’m waiting, on the edge of my seat.
What will this time’s catalyst be?
It’s always me in one way or the next?
Who am I to rewrite history when it will do the job all by itself
The same cycle, playing on repeat
You and me
Together, so happy
day to the next,
Nothing is certain.
Tell me what is behind
Could it be the final curtain?

He Probably Paints

In Uncategorized on August 21, 2014 at 5:18 pm

He’s probably a poet.
I know he can write.
He probably has new ideas
Well into the night.
He stands out in my mind,
He has for a while.
Visited my dreams a few times, even.
Always wearing THAT smile.
I’m reading his book now,
Just finished another.
I am watching him on TV.
Watching him on You Tube with his brother.
Going to his movie, he’s going to be there.
Maybe now I will get to tell him
How much he means to me.
No matter if its silly,
Just speaking from my heart.
Don’t have to go get married,
just appreciate his art!

The Follow Through

In Uncategorized on March 7, 2013 at 2:40 am

I’m just with her just for the sake of following through”

Over a year ago, these words you wrote.

I was never meant to see, do you even remember saying it?

Was this you, waxing poetic?

Why confide this sentiment to some girl on the internet?

What do I mean to you, really?

Am I just a follow through?
If that’s the truth then I am through with you.

Don’t need to waste my life with you; settling.

I was content before and then I saw.

Whispered words forgotten from a time when we were still figuring us out.

What are we doing?





In Uncategorized on February 26, 2013 at 10:18 am

Like the melody, you escape me.

I remember every beat, every note.

Until you turn from me.

Can’t recall a single sound.

Until I have you around.

Don’t terrorize me with this solitude.

I hear these whispers in the night.

Investigate sounds with no sense of what’s right.

Hands reaching for something familiar and strong,

Unable to resist what I know to be wrong.

This melody can’t escape me again.

Remember every feeling I had back then.

Nothing can be the way it was.

Diluted, and empty.

A pale comparison,

This melody has been done before.

It’s nothing new, it’s nothing great.

We both wait, bated breath.

Hoping to recreate.

A Fever of Love

In Uncategorized on February 26, 2013 at 9:43 am

Like a plume of smoke, your presence wraps me in a haze, a blissful embrace.

I’m dizzy with you.

Having you near and so full of life, your stories breathe life into me.

I want to feed from you.

I let you feed from me.

Two souls, coming together in a mash up of glorious, blinding light.

Taking my hand, you lead me down.

I follow you, ignorant in my bliss.

Grasping for a bottom that will never come.


In Uncategorized on February 26, 2013 at 5:34 am











In Uncategorized on February 26, 2013 at 5:28 am

Break me free!

Take me out of here

I can’t be contained.

Who will release me?

Can’t live this life of shame.

Storm clouds above

Earthquake below.

Tell me a secret, if it’s one I should know.

Holding on to something

Wishing it was more

Never really certain

What I had been hoping for.

This cage you built me out of shards of glass.

It’s drawing blood, horrible blood.

I’m drowning in it,

Captured once and forgotten.

Left to rot and fester.