Wednesday, June 8, 2011


i cannot express myself coherently for i do not think in words. i think in emotions, and in a world where emotions are a dying resource, i have trouble getting my point across. it gets stuck somewhere between my brain and tongue, and i swallow it, so that it ends up in my lungs and causes me to choke. if we spoke the language of emotions, i would have so much to say. i would be screaming green and gold, frustration and love, and paintings of the night sky would be pouring out of my mouth. undulating stars would be freed from my body every time i exhaled, trailing behind me as i walk. but unfortunately that is not how communication works and i can no longer continue this, for i haven't the words to sum it all up.

Monday, March 7, 2011


i sat,

stunned, silent, and staring,

worlds around me dissolved in a mist,

atoms forming what I knew so well

now left me confused and unknowing.

carefully I ventured through the fog,

what shapes are in the distance?

distorted and unclear

my mind composes an unlikely truth

to keep me pressing on;

did your eyes catch my mist?

Thursday, January 13, 2011

hopeless optimism

white knuckles,
the only hint
of a lesson learned.

all is delicate,

never seize (keating lied).

on the reigns of the wind
all erodes,
time strips all
until you stand bare
in a barren land.

have you learned of the beauty in decay?