Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Expansive Emptiness

My lips are tired,
Of kissing the night air
Empty goodnights.
My eyes are tired
Of burning with the sleep
That lies within my bones
But will not come.
I'll play the melody
If you'll be the song.
If you'll be the rythym
My toes will tap along
Like the clackety-clack
Of the journeying train
That whistles goodbyes
To my lonely, tired nighttime
My desert without rain,
Sprawling the expanse of my empty,
White walled prison.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

Coming to life is more than breathing.

I thought I was alive,
In that place where I was.
I thought I knew what it meant
To be.
But then came the meeting point of
being and Being
Between where I was
And where I am,
In the form of a radiant treasure
With two burning, emerald suns
That she falsely calls "eyes".
I have learned that I can only appreciate
By living breathless in her presence.
It was only in that moment,
The moment of contact between
A breathtaking jewel
And a breathless fool
That my empty breath became

Dear Emily, 
I love you,
Thank you for the greatest year of my life,
Always Yours,

Tuesday, September 6, 2011

Hair falls.

I love the way your hair falls.
You put it in a ponytail,
But a few strands refuse
To be captured.
They dance across your head
Falling around your ears,
And sticking up from your bangs,
And resting in two little curls
On the back of your neck.
Your hair is free and beautiful.
Just like your heart.

Monday, September 5, 2011


The razor words cut sharp,
And i turned to dust. 
I don't have the strength to be a man tonight,
So i'll just lie here 
Piled high;
Lacking courage to even take a breath.
Distressed and broken,
My soul is like a tattered sweater;
These words pulled my frayed ends 
To pieces.
Truth cuts past the bone and marrow
To a place in my heart I didn't even know
A place of frayed and tattered dust.