Thursday, April 3, 2014

you

Now I'm dreaming about you again and I've started to remember why I hate the onset of spring.

Friday, March 28, 2014

I will miss of the person the most mundane things.

"I think it's the same with people. I see in them little details, so specific to each of them, that move me and that I miss and will always miss. You can never replace anyone because everyone is made of such beautiful, specific details. Like I remember the way your beard has a bit of red in it and how the sun was making it glow that morning right before you left. I remembered that, and I missed it."

Thursday, March 27, 2014

Wednesday, March 19, 2014

before sunrise.

daydream delusion
limousine eyelash
oh baby with your pretty face
drop a tear in my wineglass
look at those big eyes
see what you mean to me
sweet cakes and milkshakes
i'm a delusion angel
i'm a fantasy parade
i want you to know what i think
don't want you to guess anymore
you have no idea where i came from
we have no idea where we're going
lodged in life
like branches in the river
floating downtown
caught in the current
i'll carry you
you'll carry me
that's how it could be
don't you know me
don't you know me by now?

Friday, January 24, 2014

When you grow up, your heart dies.

"What about me? What would your friends say if we were walking down the hall together? They'd laugh their asses off and you'd probably tell them that you were doing it with me so they'd forgive you for being seen with me."
"Don't you ever talk about my friends. You don't know any of my friends, you don't look at any of my friends, and you certainly wouldn't condescend to speak to any of my friends. So you just stick to the things you know: shopping, nail polish, your father's BMW, and your poor, rich, drunk mother in the Caribbean. And as far as being concerned about what's gonna happen when you and I walk down the hallways at school, you can forget it 'cause it's never gonna happen! Just bury your head in the sand and wait for your fuckin' prom."

Thursday, September 19, 2013

"He offered to stop the tide for me once. He offered to build me a palace at the bottom of the sea."

As I sailed into the lake I realized the Fates really were cruel. They sent Calypso someone she couldn't help but love. But it worked both ways. For the rest of my life I would be thinking about her. She would always be my biggest what if.

Sunday, August 25, 2013

land-bound and love-lost

I've forgotten poetry
and I can't sleep
without the sound of the ocean

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Monday, March 25, 2013

i should know better than that

oh, and i
i don't take it lightly
the trouble that i've gone through
to get you to know who i am