to my dearest LIZ

    Watching, waiting, until then In every plane flying overhead At night I see you Especially starry nights When nothing’s darker than the sky The air breathes quietly As you pass by Those times When the moon is full, I hear you laughing The way we always did And now Whenever I’m afraid I…

the Real thing

My love for you is pure, 100%.  This is feeling is completely new to me.    It is effortless, it is easy.  No issue unspoken, no games.  I am an addict, but you are not a drug.  And at last, the love that has been so elusive is present and understated.  I’m glad there are no…

Art to Break Hearts, 8

“If you get it and love it…represent it and make it a part of you…don’t do it because you want to impress somebody or fit in. Bleed what you are and if people don’t feel you, keep on going. Someone else will get it. The realest things on this earth are the things that have…

After the “friends with benefits” are Gone

It has been 5 months or so since I engaged in sexytimes.   I like sex.  Just not so much that I’ll associate with the men with whom I used to have sexual relations.   These men were not “boyfriends,” just that old cliché’  known as  “friends with benefits.”  During my 20s, these faux relationships seemed worth it, since I didnt…

A peice by Henry Rollins

I look at pictures of you because I am afraid that you would notice me staring in real life.  I looked at your pictures today for countless minutes.  It is closer than I’ll ever get to you for real.  I felt like I was looking at a captured animal at a safe distance.  If you…

Alive

I wrote this poem several years ago.  It speaks volumes of  the mental state that year.  Are you breaking out Or are you checkin out Self destruction/Is passion misdirected Thats what its all about My walk’s uphill from here on out Energy burning inside of me I’ve got doubts/Tryin’ to let it out Drowning in…

dreams

sometimes i know i understand the little things I don’t take it personal I still dream at night. sometimes I let it all go or hold it away, for ransom the fee never turns out to be as costly as it seemed one day soon I’ll rescue it and hold it close to me sometimes…

The one who wouldnt go away

I’m not going to sit here and tell a bunch of lies about life. I’m laying sans clothes in my unmade bed, with Criss Angel: Mind Freak in the background, serving as a low-volume distraction. Much like elevator music, with the occasional over-inflated magician host. Behold, Criss Angel. (looks like Hot Topic exploded all over…

Tattoos

Until very recently, I’ve never wanted a tattoo. In spite of my self-destructive tendencies, I made it through my teens and 20s with no ink. The very idea of getting something permanent, gave me the willies. I have a habit of getting hyperfocused or infatuated for months or years, then moving on to something else….