I close my eyes & remember nothing

2011-12-15T21:03:00.001-05:00

Pulling down your sleevesTo hide the track marksWhich look more like A rollercoaster of linesA wobbling tattoo up your armsThis isn’t a feelingAttempt,Or moment.This is trying to break that cycleHurt we all hide.Shelter those racing thoughts.Whom meet no one at the finish lane.Just as insomnia meets QVCWe want to buy happiness for 9.99..But we can’t afford the shipping and handling.We no longer

2011-12-15T21:02:00.002-05:00

I reach for solitudeThe way a rock tries to notHit the bottom of a lake.You can’t hear it,The sound is demolished byCracksHolesLosing the lining.It was like everything had stopped.A dream within a dream.BrokenTossed along the shorelineAwaiting the breath of life.I can no longer hold my heart.It’s quarantined,Isolated,Deprived.Sinking within a dull melodyBouncing further downThe rabbit hole.How

2011-12-15T21:02:00.001-05:00

I’m the magician’s assistantBehind the curtainMoving stringsAttached to papers.I can make it rainI can make it snowBut it’s only an illusion.Just as a fountain of memoriesEach trickle burstsLike flames inside my eyes.It’s like a million questionsYet to be answered.Whispers of melancholyPulled from a black hatCovered in a handkerchiefBlown,With a mighty wind.Rushing,I run towards the leader.Waving

2011-06-22T20:08:00.000-04:00

Drag your memories undergroundSo you can’t see them again.Pretend they are buriedLike your catFrom when you were 8.They are decomposingFractions of silent grainWaving in the windOn a cold summer day.These shifting layers Each creates bedrock.Your feet shakeBetween the colliding moments in time.Compressed weaknessControlled desireComplete lack of emotion.You no longer rememberWhat’s invisible

2011-06-22T20:07:00.000-04:00

A new brainGrieving for a death that never happened,Wishing for a place I have never seen,and longing for a beautythats always been in disguise.You've dealt me a hand of empty cards.the rules are now unclear so I foldunderneath the uncertainty.Compressed airdrains through my knee caps.Whispers from an explosionstamped with fear.I'm searching for my finger printacross the shadows.A delicate

2011-04-10T21:29:00.000-04:00

I try to remember before this.Like when riding bicycles& playing in sandboxesWere commonplace.When you took photosBecause it was fun shaking plastic.Not showing offThe free timeThat has already been taken away.I try to remember the plastic jewelryTightly bound paperMelted clayPinched together sooo tightlyOn a piece of string.its taken away the patience& creativityReplaced by instant

2011-03-08T21:27:00.001-05:00

The world is full of optionsLike a drive-thru menuYou have to make them quickOr else the opportunityAnd yourselfDisappearI remember waitingHours on endPlanningSchemingDevelopingThese options.So much more painful to think about-Then to choose.Like a sunny dayWhen you are stuck insideOr driving in the rainWhen all you want to do is run and hide.I wish I knew the easy wayTo decide.Instead of always

2011-01-26T12:15:00.001-05:00

ParadoxAdventure into the great unknown.I can’t read her poker faceBecause I can barely read my own-Instructions,To turn my brain wavesInto sunshineLyingSink insidekcabwords.Drawing lines in the sandQuickly, she saysWe have no time to decide Gracious She whispers.But I do not understand the musicfrom her heartbeat.illuminatedthe door becomes a window.It’s still unclearShe sighs,Closing her

2010-08-08T19:54:00.001-04:00

I was born an adult.the tubes tied around my feetholding me to stand.I was never meant to crawl.I grew like a tree-never dead on the outside.Ashamed of my insides.but crying was for the girls next door-jumping, smiling, giggling...whispers from a keyhole.I was always spying on them.The ones who could seethe sandcastles & rainbows.But I was too busyfilling cannons with my emotions,Hoping they

2010-05-20T20:33:00.000-04:00

The great mistakeThe great mistakeCame from inside her hallow subconscious.The darkness was a friend,One she could rely onFor many things.But this time it couldn’t save herShe wandered,Pretending nothing had changedBlinking at the rhythm of her heartbeatDancing with the muscles in her legs.But it was the silence that broke herBreaking like the windHer arms froze like porcelain.She couldn’t

2010-02-22T20:44:00.000-05:00

The government runs like a machineOut of gas.The frequent exasperation'sWhisper into gearsOf the human mind-Desperate for airThat is no longer polluted.I pull back.The moments betweenClarity and confusion,Floating.Words run dryImprinting the desert.These Empty stepsLet goDeflating sanityAn empty boxwith rubberScrewed into the sides.Deaf attachmentsLinger,As ifTools of shame,sorrow,And hopeAre no

2009-11-18T17:58:00.000-05:00

I’m drowning in your eyes.It gets deeper, each momentSplitting secondsDropping the hour glass-Into a black hole….Warmth spreads.A blanket of securityPulsating-Like a sunset over the ocean.As far,As wide,As strong,..I can feel you insideThe focus changes.A narrow angleShutter-FadeAs the box closes….I can breathe againPlease open your eyesI need the strength to survive

2009-11-07T23:01:00.002-05:00

Quotes from Sarah Kane plays:"You've fallen in love with someone that doesn't exist""Now I have found you I can stop looking for myself""If I die here, I was murdered by daytime television""Black snow fallsin death you hold menever freeI have no desire for deathno suicide ever hadwatch me vanishwatch mevanishwatch mewatch mewatchIt is myself I have never met, whose face is pasted on the underside

2009-10-24T01:07:00.000-04:00

I suffer through thisDrifting among blasted plasticAs if the atmosphere is bleeding-Blue linesThat touch too deep.Like baskets,Woven from the insideI cannot breathe here.You break me,Dissolved from these acid words.I suffer through thisWhere apathy no longer has meaningPicking apart my brain cellsAs if popping bubblegum-Fucking my eyeballs.You have broken meFor the last time.This hour glass

2009-09-16T19:40:00.001-04:00

Distance magnetizes the momentBreaching within my mind.I promise to wander only so far,Soo long…Enough so I can run back.Such as a broken rubber band,this beautifies feelingsinto material action.Pieces floatOff waves.A wire vibratesAs if I can sense the earth moveShifting constellations into my eyes.And each slowly burning out Like a wish.It’s goneThere is no glamour leftSurrounded by fearI dance

2009-07-28T21:04:00.001-04:00

Your eyes are an unspoken credencepale crystallized flourishing spikes.watching memories stolen-crumblelike innocence.8 turns 18as you fall down the stairsblinking.in this delicate breathingyou are no less beautifulthan you were before.societal depth as circumferencethe skin is breakinga tree branch,carved into boxes.vision is nothing without power.the blistering forceof tornadoes invade the

2009-06-10T20:02:00.001-04:00

Pull the shadows from my skintaking nothing out of somethingas if a small childuprooting a planttoo soonfrom the depths of my brain.swelling,my eyes draw raindeep as the bottom of the ocean.as the viens curve down my necktrying to plant myselfback inside.Now I somehow know what it feels liketo be emptywithout missing a piece.to be brokenbut already healed together.and to be nakedinside layers

2009-05-21T10:58:00.000-04:00

He told me to be passive aggressiveHolding a gun to my head.I droppedTomatoes,The seeds arraying into diamonds.Like blood-Oranges when punctured with a knife.My nature was bruised,I had nothing leftBut millions of tearsCollected within leavesAbove my head.The only support I hadWas the branch-Holding me like a soldierPassing weapons of fruit.I reach into the golden sky,Shuffling around the

2009-04-11T23:55:00.000-04:00

You stole my wordsLike a slender kiss upon my skin.A Fabrication of my memoryOf love.I remember you,But only the way you movedEach finger down my neck,Fishing for my heartbeat.An echoCanvassing the distanceA million milesTo- the next breath.I read your lipsLike sign languageSpun between my hips.We run far enoughTo find thatWe are back-Stealing wordsSuch a dance we have learnedToo many times.I

2009-02-11T22:35:00.001-05:00

So frivolously scattered Like ghosts, Hopeless carbs Not digested Or loved Taken body And soul. Crumbs, Laid before the sun Becoming sand- Like the playground… <

2008-07-27T18:15:00.000-04:00

Death is a carnation. The smell follows you Like a funeral procession. Wafting fragrances of memories You no longer wish to hold. Sometimes, I don’t. I push it away. Yet the bouquets rain down. A sequence of trap doors, These unforgiving eye Swallowing Me A priest bows his head. I WASH AWAY THE SINS OF THIS WORLD I try to imagine my tears as holy. Water, Flooding my

2008-06-05T21:50:00.000-04:00

"No man is sane who does not know how to be insane on the proper occasions. ""No emotion, any more than a wave, can long retain its own individual form."by Henry Ward Beecher

2008-06-05T21:48:00.002-04:00

Dialect A process of speech On the tongue, And teeth. Awkward, As I dream of languages- Conversations, And places I have never seen. Words follow, Like notes. Cars in the night sky.. I cant’ catch them. Throats shooting Vibrations, Feels like possession. Controlling, Spinning, Sensation. My mind tells me that I cannot let go. Beauty in words.

2008-03-27T22:44:00.002-04:00

Scene kids I can not sing without the medicine The voice of un-logic As the spandex of my pants Wane upon my emotional state of mind. I collapse within myself, Aching upon the memories Like footprints scaled on my back. I will cry- In melodramatic tone Like my black shoes Bouncing on the floor. I want you to sing for me Feed the IV of sorrow So I can live with this medicine Of

2008-01-27T23:33:00.000-05:00

If you dream, does it make it real? Glass. Focus upon the images- Red lines Following roads like cars Swerving string Destined into knots. A map. Laid on a recycled edge of Pillows. Like a lullaby Soft, light, and Evocative. Filters the sand Through empty rooms Colliding – With the clouds. We come from bubbles. Thoughts left behind Each eyelid Spending a lifetime

2008-01-11T00:36:00.001-05:00

Attachment We are a stranger to abandonment Lost within a flock of sheep She cannot hold us, Drag us, Find us- Untie us within ourselves. She pokes us The rod is hard against our naïve skin Breaking Trying to resist The linking chains Built with inspiration, Love, Gratitude. The branches break Like a crown of braids Unlatched upon our heads. Eyes, Sharp as rats

2007-12-03T23:41:00.000-05:00

Dinosauria, weBy Charles Bukowskiborn like thisinto thisas the chalk faces smileas Mrs. Death laughsas the elevators breakas political landscapes dissolveas the supermarket bag boy holds a college degreeas the oily fish spit out their oily preyas the sun is maskedwe areborn like thisinto thisinto these carefully mad warsinto the sight of broken factory windows of emptinessinto bars where people

2007-10-16T23:59:00.001-04:00

I wonder what it be like To know you were going to die. To want to bash your head in Instead of trying to understand What is left of your Pill box. Degeneration. Muscle, Bones, Key notes Crack, Like the pavement in winter. Broken glass Salted with crystals Floating in your blood Every week Counted D O W N Like logs Waiting In the saw mill. We whisper,

2007-08-14T21:14:00.001-04:00

Love is a scar. A reminder of sacrifices, Pain, Justification, Of something you will spend a lifetime Trying to remember. They say feelings are chemical reactions, Brain dysfunctions, A lost connection- At sea. As this bottled letter Floats senselessly Words drift. Decorating the back Of my eyelids. Sleep tight, they hum… For these dreams will only Wake you Shake you Break

2007-06-29T22:41:00.001-04:00

A porcelain angel. Eyes glazed… Drenched with indecision. To be a witness, Like a cat on the front porch Making no speculation Or judgment- Just a smile. She nods, As if to fall sleep. Eyes closed Only to open When startled. A dream world

2007-05-30T22:43:00.001-04:00

Please stop. I am not your paper air plane Whisking precious memories Like snowflakes. I cry Because I love you, Not for hate. There is so much beauty in this world You refuse to see. Just fake plastic pieces Molded, shaped, Spread across your forehead- Waiting for cognition. I cry Because I need you, Not for hate. You open your eyes Like the sunset. Flashing the

2007-04-18T01:32:00.000-04:00

What we teach our children We should be teaching our children That they are beautiful on the inside. We should be teaching our children To express emotion and not rage. We should be teaching them about The beauty in the world and not the ugliness. For I have seen their eyes. Spilt second-one

2007-04-10T23:16:00.000-04:00

I have a new favorite poet.You Ask Why Sometimes I Say StopMarge Piercy You ask why sometimes I say stopwhy sometimes I cry nowhile I shake with pleasure.What do I fear, you ask,why don't I always want to comeand come again to that moltendeep sea center where the nervesfuse open and the brainand body shine with a

2007-03-14T02:58:00.000-04:00

There’s fire in her eyes, can’t you see it? a factory made doll, the wax chips away Like a forced brain dead child, She cries Not tears but-hallucinations A film spectacle Bright lights blink The tango A lifeless dance Something unfamiliar Yet changed She remembers yesterday Of crystal

2006-11-27T02:53:00.000-05:00

Help meI have fallen into apathy.The waves crash against the syllables of my repetitionSpoken like a clear crystal-Reflected and yet translucent.There is no sympathy,Just shock-Vibrating underneath my deflated tires.It’s a gameTo see how far you can jumpWithout hurting yourself.To waste time away from “reality”By creating your own.Sometimes I wonder if I close my eyes,I will feel the meaning of

2006-10-10T10:36:00.000-04:00

"When we die, these are the stories still on our lips. The stories we'll only tell strangers, someplace private in the padded cell of midnight. These important stories, we rehearse them for years in our head but never tell. These stories are ghosts, who bring people back from the dead. Just for a moment. For a visit. Every story is a ghost.""Telling a story is how we digest what happens to us.

2006-09-23T21:40:00.000-04:00

I’m standing in line Waiting to sell my soul. The signs says Anything you want, Cash or credit, But lost souls not need apply. As I turn my head Conversation moves like The whistles of a train stop. Mouths and tongues Smooth talk passers by, Softly licking off Candy buttons Hidden between The stripes of my shirt. What takes me into this, Dream. This, Fairytale. Where will I be 20 years from now? Still stuck between The darkness and The space? The moments, and the love. Which I will never Understand, And neverLet go.

2006-06-24T03:06:00.000-04:00

sometimes you will find yourself in a maze of opportunitiesand nowhere to turn.stuck like a weedin a patch of beautiful red flowersi am the thorn,stuck betweeen the clashingpom pomsyelling voicesand blues.la la la la lala laan angel sings,swooping over melike a vulture.shes smiling because like most,she knows something i don't.white feathers fall from the wingsslowly fadingreaching the

2006-06-11T08:35:00.000-04:00

"Change my future Create my past" Watch as a needle is stitching memories an embroidered path between my thighs. a doll's pain is seen beneath me. there is no blood only chains of black beads sprouting like veins. My eyes close trying not to feel the heat raise up my body. Like an earthquake flushing flames, i try and cradle the pain pushing the branches towards the ground. But i

2006-05-29T20:45:00.000-04:00

"I thought I'd begin by reading a poem by Shakespeare, but then I thought, why should I? He never reads any of mine.."-mike milligan"great minds think alike, and some great minds dont think at all"-me

2006-05-29T08:12:00.000-04:00

To my love:i miss the way you turn me on,how you always hug me when i come through the door,when we cuddle to watch movies,and how you love to hold my hand.i miss the way you look at me,how you always tell me how beautiful i am,and the petty things we do that makes us feel silly.i miss the late night phone calls,the spontaneous things we do together,and how you hold me when i cry. i miss

2006-05-17T09:41:00.000-04:00

I decided to resurrect this blog for poetry.It's been edited, and now I will be posting more recent poetry. i am nothing to you. like a swollen lip you will bite down upon. gashing wounds feel no pain since the senses fail within this pin cousin. once more i am stuck between the veins pulsating muscle spasm that twists your legs at night. what drowns it out? the screaming music played inside the

2002-09-29T19:01:00.000-04:00

i saw this lady speak....great stuffAFTER GREAT PAINI talk to you about writing poetryas if it were like opening a veinas if there were some kind of gainin seeking the dangers,as if I sought them myself—those nightsof terror, those days of weepingon the streets;as if anyone would actively seek the thrill,or cultivate terror for the sakeof song.What I don't hear in your voiceuntil after you've

2002-07-28T00:42:00.000-04:00

"people say that suicide is the wusses way out and the people who do it are self centered b/c they aren't thinking about the people their death will affect..but like i mean those people r the self centered ones- only thinking how the death will affect them and not the person who is hurting" -R.M.

2002-06-07T10:37:00.000-04:00

Mein Kampf By David Lerner all I want to do is make poetry famous all i want to do is burn my initials into the sun all i want to do is read poetry from the middle of a burning building standing in the fast lane of the freeway falling from the top of the Empire State Building the literary world sucks dead dog dick I'd rather be Richard Speck than Gary Snyder I'd rather ride a rocketship

2002-05-02T22:21:00.000-04:00

2002-01-18T18:11:00.000-05:00

i can't stand you playing with my mind.I'm the control freak, the one who wants to know the answertempting i dismay the resultsi don't know right from wronghot from cold,it is all confusion.what have i chosen?do i ever speak..or is it only silencemuffled conversationsbrief moments of nothingnessi want to know more about myselfbut i cant dig hard enoughi fear what i don't knowwhy i thinki ponder,

2002-01-06T17:07:00.000-05:00

and again, she writes a boggler... obstructive thoughts dismal, outraged, my own ideas keep behind the trees. I'm hanging on the branch, holding on as the wind flies by. tears whitewash my face eating the stains off the clothing. i don't know why, rainstorms ravish my eyes. these drops of regret a surreal reality that my plastic past kills. i try to mold the clay, but my face won't fit. i

2002-01-05T12:42:00.000-05:00

"everyone is fucked up inside..but it is only the bravest people that can admit to it." -me

2002-01-01T22:34:00.000-05:00

Walt Whitman (1819–1892). Leaves of Grass. 1900. 19. I Sing the Body Electric 1 I SING the Body electric; The armies of those I love engirth me, and I engirth them; They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them, And discorrupt them, and charge them full with the charge of the Soul. Was it doubted that those who corrupt their own bodies conceal themselves;

2001-12-29T20:57:00.000-05:00

there is a beat to my step orange waves vibrations of a song. notes prancing around my heart, rushing to my head bursting into melody. harmonious it is not, fighting the chords while sour notes collide forming nothing more but, a false charm it tries to swing me turning my legs inside out, falling into fake tears for this song is not mine. controlled and altered to hum along it stings my

2001-12-28T23:24:00.000-05:00

i dreamed as the snowflakes went by then i saw my reflection, screaming inside.

2001-11-25T21:28:00.000-05:00

The eerie drunkards obtuse art hangs on the tree. The pleated pants lay like hats from above. We wonder about their surreal sense of style, or figurative subject usage. Too abstract for our eyes, it's only willing I suppose, for one man to lift a shopping cart above a cement block, or, even fly pants into a dead tree. It’s crazy, but it's art. Funky, and yet, genuine to the human eye. Weird or

2001-11-15T23:34:00.000-05:00

the stream of silence reins odious realms of tenderness it doesn't seem real but it is, this awkwardness, desire, and truth, it stands between us and them making that perfect fit, into Cinderella's shoe but, it can not be. this prince is not hunting, dreaming, or even looking a lowly girl like me can only wonder what it's like to be in love

2001-11-12T19:43:00.000-05:00

"One might the same argument about harmony, lyre and strings, that a harmony is something invisable, without body, beautiful and divine in the attuned lyre, whereas the lyre itself and its strings are physical, bodily, composite, earthly and akin to what is mortal. Then if someone brakes the lyre, cuts or breaks the stings and then insists, using the same arugement as you, that harmony must still

2001-11-07T22:45:00.000-05:00

vanish into my heart. hold me close and deep, blink i am here just to see you breathe. to watch the simple actions of your body the movements of ironic charm, each strange and yet subtle i want to reach inside you, pulling all of your thoughts awake kicking together the broken pieces i want to glue them to me. solve the riddle of time and dive into the pool of your mind, i wonder some days,

2001-09-01T23:25:00.000-04:00

from eve: "everyone has been so sweet, i wish there were real people like this, because in the end, you are a figment of my imagination..."

2001-08-15T21:25:00.000-04:00

ode to aluminum foil that cracks and crinkles while shining with the crisp sense of silver ode to aluminum foil that enwraps my hair with gooey splendor which makes me itch, while glittering in a strange paradise ode to aluminum foil that keeps all my goodies freash to eat while keeping the fridge neat in its kingdom of food ode to aluminum foil to which i can crumble into a tight ball aim,

2001-08-06T15:25:00.000-04:00

i lay between the lines one of truth one of pain like playing hopscotch i flip the coin from side to side a child's game of mind verses soul floats in the air chance a chance i don't want to take within my mind or is it a choice? going from the future to the past the lines of time waiting to be crossed one move one choice one way to go cross the line and don't look back

2001-07-21T11:34:00.000-04:00

I dream of starry nights along magic streams bursting with flavor embedded with jewels around the grass plucking money off of the humongous trees while eating the cotton candy clouds colors swirling as though to drip off the canvas or to burst into flames of panic the marshmallow fluff glazes the town flake by flake as if we had shaken the snow globe but it all just melts away this

2001-07-08T21:45:00.000-04:00

we reach, ever so simply for love indepth of overpowering desire we are blind to the truth only letting our hearts rule our minds but why is it we take heed of this? why must we want what we cant have? is the grass green, yet looking red in our eyes? teasing myself, like a cat to mouse i can only linger in the space between my heart and my soul which i call my mind

2001-07-03T16:51:00.000-04:00

One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a,dancing star. -Friedrich Nietzsche

2001-06-30T22:29:00.000-04:00

what would it take to not live in a perfect world........to let the lion loseinstead of rattling inside his cagepacing insidehis mindthe eyes searching the white washed wallsof every detailed framethese livesthese peoplefreedomthrashing the wallsredseparating apart the detailletting losethe frames of smiling childrenandbreaking down the wallsto make doors

2001-06-25T22:47:00.000-04:00

destination nowhererunning thru the wide fields of rushing waterwaves of thoughtdanggling like wiressparking a momentlike watching firefliess wizzing byethis strange placewhere time is only what isnot to belike the raindrops of winefrom golden grapesstreamto thesilver plated groundsilenceengulfs your sanitythe pieces of your mindbrokenyour eyes dont help your soulfind an answerbut,you free the

2001-06-23T21:51:00.000-04:00

my favorite poem by, Emily Dickinson: It struck me -- every Day -- The Lightning was as new As if the Cloud that instant slit And let the Fire through -- It burned Me -- in the Night -- It Blistered to My Dream -- It sickened fresh upon my sight -- With every Morn that came -- I though that Storm -- was brief -- The Maddest -- quickest by -- But Nature lost the Date of This -- And

2001-06-21T23:07:00.000-04:00

What it really says in the fine print: Not for use in hot tubs. This product is meant for educational purposes only as students are trapped in classes and can't escape. Any resemblance to real, artificial or simulated persons, living or dead, will be news to us. No living animals were harmed in the filming of this book. May arrive in pieces, some assembly required. Dead batteries included. Use

2001-06-20T17:48:00.000-04:00

one of the most logical things anyone has ever said to me:"that's ok, it's not like one shred of evidence suggests that life is serious"

2001-06-19T22:22:00.000-04:00

cumbersomedenialdivided into one momentreplace my loveyesnoyesnoyesbut why?The moment seemed rightbut is it??To think that for a guy,the same?or just an illusion to my mindis it me, or my mind?my love, beating waitingfor himto come to me.

2001-06-12T21:46:00.000-04:00

(parafrased)"It's resistence. If pop music says that everything is okay in the world, then rock music says it's not."-Bono\U2

2001-06-08T13:09:00.000-04:00

in this world, we think we know what we wantbut we dontour minds, scrambled like eggsonly move with the twrilling lifeyou look to someone, deephardand longbut you realize its pointlessthey will never see,hear,talkto youyour alonewe are all aloneand yet, this one day,out of all the resti realized that i will never find peace inside my soul.

2001-06-05T19:24:00.000-04:00

The time has come, for the truth to be stated.

2001-05-30T20:03:00.000-04:00

"Just say no" prevents teenage pregnancy the way 'Have a nice day' cures chronic depression.as simplistic as our society wants us to be, you can't solve much by saying one sentence...sex is sexdepression is being shot like a ping pong ball, inside your headand as i always say:HELL is BIGGER then Heaven!

2001-05-28T13:28:00.000-04:00

rain drops have wings that fly away with the night like faries on a midnight hunt, for trouble to stir he said as the children giggled the fireflies came out whispering to them, the secrets of the earth to the moon like a giant cookie raised on the sky the man continued with his story not seeing them crawl upon the children with a twinkle in their eyes yet, still today we can never see fairies

2001-05-26T21:18:00.000-04:00

see through my sanity,into my soulsee through my maskinto my mindsee through it allinto my lifesee me, for who i really am.

2001-05-09T19:51:00.000-04:00

a fallen angel standsamong us alltattered and tornfrom wind and rainwalking in the shoesonce worn by medancing, with the images that fly byshe catches ideas like stars from the skytumbling, as she rolls down-hillshe smells the fruitful blossoms bloomsinging, a tune that has no wordsthe beat still goes on within the airand at lastbefore she heads homeshe looks upon mesmilingfor she now knowswhat

2001-04-18T17:17:00.000-04:00

these wallsleave mealonethese wallsshelter me frompainthese wallshide me from mythoughtsthese wallsprotect my soul

2001-04-08T20:28:00.000-04:00

The Bridge(song)Crossing the road, I came to a bridgea bridge that divided my lifebetween love and painyou stood at the other sidethe fire rose, like Hell was coming outbut you couldn't be reachedI crawled and climbed, reaching...but you only drifted further awayCrossing the road, I came to a bridgea bridge that divided my lifebetween love and painyou stood at the other sideholding out your hand

2001-04-08T20:22:00.000-04:00

silence never does anything but make you insane.do people think if you put someone in a padded room of white walls with a straitjacket will solve anything? they are just making these people more crazy, because they won't listen or talk to them.just watching them, like a clock ticking, inside itself, and nothingbut nothing, comes out.

2001-03-29T19:15:00.000-05:00

a part of an essay i wrote...Life seems to be a game to us, we pick and chose the pieces we want to use and them push them in. Only, to realize that it was not a game anymore, once someone dies. Then, we open our eyes to reality and see what we are really doing to people. Showing that the life these men were living was practically Hell; and we had no idea it was happening.

2001-03-27T08:12:00.000-05:00

My painA flameThat burns in meBurstsThought out my mindscorching, angry, and hardit fills melike the morning sunit only rises higher,rushingthrough out my veinskilling meslowlylike razor bladesdown my backthis paintrapped insidethe tiger in a cagecan’t escapeuntil we findthe keyto mysanity.

2001-03-21T19:16:00.000-05:00

rain dropsthe waves crash in the moon lightas the sky tumbles downtears fall like rain drops,upon the mighty groundwild as the sunset and free as a bird,the wind moves around us,untill again we yernEach drop sparkles, as it shatter into bits.for life moves so swiftly, like a flowing streamall that flows is only here and nowwhispers in the moon light get turned intorain clouds

2001-03-05T18:36:00.000-05:00

a part of me,flutters in the windlike butterflies, within my mind.a part of me,dances to a tunewhich moves me gently to my side,a part of me,is not within my soulits moving all aroundin time..the music starts to playand lifts me awayto a far off land....a land, where we arefree.open your eyes,see what your missing.open your eyes,and see me, through my own.in this land, nothing seems to change,not

2001-02-26T20:33:00.000-05:00

What goes up, most come down.....On the edge of a threadwe hangclimbing, we pull awayjust making it longer to climbit flows as we lingerlike a riverblue and sparkling in our eyeswe pull inch by inchas it flows on and onlike a cat with a toy,we twist itlike our mindsit binds harderas we come togetherthis thread of painlike the tip of a needlewe prick ourslevesonly to end up patching our woundsfor

2001-02-24T18:57:00.000-05:00

what one brings will always bring another...work, like you dont need the moneylove, like you've never been hurtanddance, like nobodys watching-?love, only to be lovedlive, to only be who you areand think, to only explore the limits of your mind.-Me

2001-02-04T18:53:00.000-05:00

Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those we have personality and emotion know what it means to want to escape from these things.-Emerson

2000-12-27T20:07:00.000-05:00

Poetry is always nice!isn't it?The Walls Bleedthe walls bleeddripping, flowingthe white walls filled with colora red so bright that it blinds youyou can only feel the heat, the power, the warmththe walls bleeddripping, flowingfor youinsideyourselfthese white wallsbleedthe walls bleeddripping, flowingrising, deeper and deeperuntill, the white is no moredarker and darkerit turns,black.

2000-11-22T22:46:00.000-05:00

Why I amcrazyto dance by yourself in the conner or the roomdifferentto talk to the people no one doesspecialnot to care what other people thinkbelieveto help someone else in needpowerto let your voice be hearddreamto open your mind to anythingall the crazy, different people, are special because they believe in the power to dream the unknown dream.

2000-11-22T22:43:00.000-05:00

Its your turnyou think the world turns for you,you think the people serve you,you think i am nothing,you think about only what you want,you’ll never understand the world.now its going to stop turning,now they will hurt you,now you are nothing,now its only what meant to be,now you’ll understand the world,now you will die.

2000-11-13T19:22:00.000-05:00

Desperation is the only limit.Ever wonder if one day, you wouldn't be limited to the things you can't do. That people can respect you for the way you are. It seems that everywhere, people see something we don't. Something different, that doesn't make sense, that can't be explained. Its only our stupidity....

2000-11-10T11:07:00.000-05:00

Devotion between ever lasting moment, we try and fix everything to be perfect. Like grades....no one in my society canlive without having the A/A+ on every paper. But to me, its seems pointless. Gettinginto the "idea college" making the millions everyone thinks that will make you happy, isn't right. But it drives us crazy. The pressure, the people, the "society" we are all trying to fit into. But

2000-11-10T10:59:00.000-05:00

There is a very thin line between dreams and reality. We all grow up thinking one thing, yet it comes out to be just another protected image in our minds. Like meeting your favorite singer or acter and finding out there real jerks. Nothing is what it seems. Living, you are paved a path to fallow. Not just to fallow but, to live by. Every moment and situation changes that path. Which after time,

2000-10-23T22:38:00.000-04:00

all my life i will be waiting for youyou are my silver skiesmaking gray shift into blue.wrap your hands around my heartand tell me how these things will heallike these tightly stitched ribbonsdraped across my ugly hue.tears of doubt fill the roomshameless,im emptyscared to renew.ive become to believethat i am not real.when i lie here in the coldwith thoughts of you.every nighti set a table

2000-10-20T22:47:00.000-04:00

2000-10-20T22:46:00.000-04:00

I am a seeker.finder of winged creatures,empty boxes,black clothes,a mind bogglerand funny terror,elusive dreamer,unwinding a false reality.laying a line of mystery,singing a tune of misery,as a five part circle of one lined poetry...i believe in parallel dimensions,imaginary friends with strange food fetishes,little monkeys riding playground horses,fairies, elves, and the 7th sense.I love music