Jan 08

Random Thoughts From the One Left Behind

You have abandoned me...
where have you 

The rain never fell
where it was supposed to.

Doesn’t that look like fun
killing the ones you
don’t love 
and saving the ones you 

I’m right here for you.

It always looks as though
you love more 
than you probably do...
dont you know that’s lying?
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. 
What would I do 
without you? 
You might not know,
your too slow 
but my head hurts
every time
I walk through the door.

Next time should be now 
but your too busy chasing cars
to wonder what happened
to the girl
with the open scars. 

We’re to preoccupied to notice
you don’t watch for my smile
maybe if I close my eyes
really tight
I will never have 
met you
at all. 

Jan 01


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 
even now with salt
drying on my face. 

Your not afraid of the dark
but sometimes I think to much, 
sometimes I make people
into something their not...
you know
I’m hopelessly romantic,
occasionally you get the best of me,
but it’s better you
than the silence. 

Do you like the way
my name looks
scrawled next to yours? 
Do you like the way
your eyes light up
when our hands touch?
Do you like the way
Dec 29


Dec 29

The Rain In the Walls

Life wasn’t built
around winning. 

life was built 
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
to taste the rain,
(much to beautiful to notice)
after all
it’s only the dark puddles
that matter.

But is it really?
Is the only purpose
in life
to count your faults
and smash in soggy walls? 

I’m almost positive it’s not. 
Dec 27

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

You said one day
that we were meant
for this earth,
that we had to belong
because why else
would we be alive.

And I believed you,
I trusted myself
to find where I fit; 
where we fit. 

I knew somewhere
the stars didn’t care
what we did
and didn’t decide
our future
from the time
we were born,
somewhere we got to choose. 

It’s harder to believe now
that I have power at all,
because you know,
some people are better
at plugging
their ears
than others. 

Dec 23

Ice Storm

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
on its pink-shaded, 
transparent wings
and decided
in a split second
to lift its fragile body
and take flight
into the pitch black night,
slightly off center
and tumbled sideways
in the breeze.
Dec 18

Your Presence