Jan 08

Solar Rug

Jan 08

Random Thoughts From the One Left Behind

Jan 02

The Wishing Late at Night


It’s too dark for me to find the lamp
so I feel for my toes 
and spiral tightly
into an empty curl.

The cold tonight
hurt my fingers
the moment I found
the front door.

Sometimes it’s hard to breathe... 
but you know
we’re all alone
on the same night.
Remember it for
the next time
your chest hurts. 

Don’t respond quickly, 
your hesitation always makes 
me wonder. 
Jan 01

Ellipsism


1/1/18 
I wrote on my hand today,
just so I’d remember 
that another year is actually gone.

The warm tears
on my face tonight
felt good. The man
in the moon
knows that tears
aren’t always for sorrow,
and they weren’t,
you wouldn’t allow me sadness,
your too happy for that. 

I like how you smile 
whenever our eyes meet, 
your laught is indescribable:
it makes me happy 
Dec 29

The Rain In the Walls


Life wasn’t built
around winning. 

No,
life was built 
around
the part where you fall down,
the part where you loose
a few words to the translation,
or miss a step,
lost in the folds of your mind. 

Our world is built around tragedy,
not life
and most people
don’t even stop
to notice all the love
we still possess,
almost forgetting where to look. 

Most people
don’t stop
Dec 27

When Stars Didn’t Care (A Letter To My Silent Friend)

Dec 20

Graduatuon Dragonfly


There was a dragonfly
on my windowsill today,
it was quiet
and slightly timid,
especially in the dark
when the stars didn’t come
like they normally did. 

It was a dark red
and reminded me
of the socks you wore
on graduation night... 
probably an odd memory:
connections with knotted endings
and paper
with crinkled corners.  

The small dragonfly 
didn’t like
when I blew gently

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