Thursday, December 17, 2009


There should be an expiration date. A date beyond which it should cease to matter. A date after which it should be kicked out in the trash without a second thought. A date after which there are no sneaky remnants that catch you unawares.

Hope.  It constantly fills and empties the hole in my heart.  The roller coaster ride should stop. Sometimes hope should cease to exist and be replaced by something more positive - Reality.

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

missing souls

how many souls did you eat 
dripping ecstasy over rolling pins 
slow burnt naive dreams 
rushing toward the new moon
tissue scars melted 
the knife dug deeper 
haunted lullaby  
was it a good meal?

Sunday, December 6, 2009


It's brilliant to be able to point to something as elusive as love, and say this is what I want. Which means, since the last feeling you grasped, and believed to be love, did not measure to the thing you are pointing out, there is a realization. A realization I was settling. For less, for something that I cannot live with. And most certainly can live without. 

It's brilliant watching love manifest itself in people, it presents itself in a vivid palette of colors and a better understanding of which ones you want to color your life with.