Monday, November 24, 2014


Faster than a blink
All gone.
When I said the dreaded word,
And so did you -
That we did.
But too little too much
Too unfortunate the circumstance.

So for the last time
You raised my hand
I touched your lips.
And when the adrenaline began,
I whispered,

"Undo me please."


In the world of either-or's
I'm a non-existent in-between.

Friday, November 21, 2014


Hold hands
Touch knees
First touch
First kiss
Theme song
Prom dance
Late calls
More plans

Sun set
Sun rise
Curl up
Bright eyes
Good nights
Bed sheets
Same shirt
Same smile

More love
More lies
Entangled feet
Sweet caress
Wishes on eyelash
Shouts to the void

More laughs
More none
Oh what were we
Always alone
In each others arms
We lay and passed

Oh all the things we could've done.
With one blink all gone.

Tuesday, November 18, 2014


Living in a world of hypotheticals
And wishing reality's not real.

Saturday, November 15, 2014


He lifts his hands, delicately touching all the markings he made. All the dotted lines and all the reds - mere drafts to what was next. The young Adonis is smiling now, his divine hand reaching over to the left for his instrument. Then he touches her again - his canvas. Dear God, her skin feels exquisite. Her ivory skin is just begging to be colored. Don't worry. It won't be long now.

He removes the handkerchief from her mouth. He touches her jaw. Perfect. Beautiful pink marks were formed. This would be great to start the theme.

Her eyes shining with unshed tears, she asks, "Why are you doing this?"

The innocent mademoiselle, he chuckles. She possesses such naivete. He wipes her face with the handkerchief.

"Of course, it's because I love you."

And the scalpel touches the flesh.

Friday, November 14, 2014


The voices in my head
Are talking, whispering, and shouting.
All at once.
All in months.

No time
No space
No anything else
Not until I let it all out.

Grab a pen!

It hurts.
My hand.
It's red.
And burnt.

Everything I love is toxic.

Tuesday, November 11, 2014

Hush Now

"It's alright," I whisper to my heart.

"You won't be alone. We'll get ruined together."

Monday, November 10, 2014

Trade of Hearts

That day I said yes,
I did so completely.
I reveled in our trade of hearts.
When mine was given whole,
And I kept your broken one dearly.

It was the most magical time of my life.
We held hands and hugged and kissed,
We were tiny fools for believing in forever.
When forever at fourteen was only a year.

Still we spent three forevers together - 
Not without tears and not without loss.
Not without broken phones and not without moms.
We were rash and we were brash.
And we wore lives with no consequences.
But our worlds crushed so easily.

And now when we step into a whole new one,
I guess we we won't have each other anymore.
It's alright,
Don't cry.
I don't mind.

We're just trading hearts again,
Only this time,
I return yours whole,
And mine's in pieces.

Saturday, November 8, 2014


It's so hard to remember
That between all the killing and dying,
I exist.

Thursday, November 6, 2014


A hand that touches.
A firm grip
On my shoulder -
"Son, don't ruin your life."
Holding me back.