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Oct. 25th, 2010


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I never needed this more than I do today

Aug. 30th, 2010



We push our single beds together
And hold hands in the dark
Trying not to fall through the cracks

Fingertips and thumbs
Wrists and lips
A squeeze, a taste and a pinch for luck
Draw the lines

You are my join the dots boy

Jul. 30th, 2010


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Black and white and covered in crows
These statues or birds
Blink once
I'm still alive in here

Apr. 28th, 2010


and she turned me into sand...

You make me feel sick.

Not in an "I hate you and you disgust me" kind of way. Not even in a "You make me nervous" kind of way. I just feel...off. Wrong. Unbalanced. Like I've been tipped off kilter. Like there's magnets pulling me in a million different directions. Whenever I think of you. Or whenever I'm around you. Whenever someone says your name. When I see that picture I forget I have of you. Its like my stomach and lungs are rising up and trying to escape my body. You are always waiting at the back of my throat. My musles twitch and my tongue swells and I feel like I'm having an anxiety attack. I get pins and needles everywhere and I can't control my fingers or my lips.

I'm not that girl.
I've never been that girl.
I don't want to be that girl.

Apr. 15th, 2010


happy birthday

I have no words to put down for you

I am your Henry
Your Victoria
But you don't even know what these names mean
We fit together
Eyes closed
Mouths open
Waiting for the next step
In someone else's bed
We fit together

And I know what she stands for

Mar. 1st, 2010


Remedies and Traffic

How much safer it seems,
To feel sick
Heart surgery with scissors
Knotted through and through as the anesthesia fades
"It doesn't count until you've been to sleep"
Confessing with your eyes pried open through the coma
"It doesn't count until the morning after"
I'm keeping myself intact
But you can sing to me all you want
This rhythm is all off

Jan. 7th, 2010



Powerful beyond all measure.
I remember when I used to be fearless.
Rip my guts out for anyone who would listen.
Now I’m peeking round corners
Jumping at shadows
Holding on for dear life.

But I never have nightmares anymore.

There’s spiders in the keys
Snakes biting at our ankles
Feel it rush and then sink
A miscarriage of sleep and mischief
Dancing through blood behind the curtains

We’re touching all the things we’re not supposed to think about.

animal masks


I'm stealing all the prompts
The starter lines
Praying one of them will fit

I've written whole chapters of this book
And it doesn't even have a plot

Oct. 19th, 2009


shark week

It moves to the rhythm of panic
Until its fit to burst
Through the rib cage and sternum
Obliterating the spine
Shards of bone litter the floor
Fragments embedded in walls
Blood in the water
I'm simply dust and fingerprints and stains now
Existing purely in nostalgia

Aug. 2nd, 2009

bird on boy


This is a vendetta against meaning
Cut like a disco
DJ booth in hand
That seven foot game your building
It'll never work boy
We're hemorrhaging words on the floor
But you barely even notice
One time is for luck
Twice is a problem
Three time and its just getting old
Pin it down
Where do you want it?
In that floating space between awake and asleep
Everything makes the sense I always knew it would
I just can't hold on to it
Pin me down now
We're living in broken houses
Truth be told its all I know 
There's blood all over this dancefloor
Truth be told you'll never know
Your seven foot solution will never work
What's the word for a fear of flying?
This works more like a fear of birds

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