Wednesday, October 29, 2014

from p.4 on Mon., Oct. 27th


  • The bright powder
    clouds the air--
    it settles on runners'
    hair, like dust.
    Music pounds
    through the crowd,
    and then,
    we are off.

  • I'm so tired of the
    rain falling softly
    on the ground,

    Just enough to
    make my feet
    wet, but not
    enough to let
    me drown.

  • The letters taunted
    me. Only the click-
    clack of keys under
    my fingers gave me
    comfort when my
    bones started to
    come alive.

    A breeze
    full of a million
    thoughts trickled
    through my mind,

    beginning
    to finish a masterpiece

from p.1 on Monday, October 27th


  • A ceiling full of stars,
    a spark in the night
    followed by many more
    innocent sounds of
    laughter as we sit
    where no one knows
    where we are.

  • Last night
    I realized how
    much I love you.
    When you wouldn't
    even look at me

    my heart fell into
    my stomach
    and I struggled to
    keep from throwing
    it up.

  • Tissues and Nyquil scattered
    all aroundme. I drift out of
    my body and stare down at
    myself, a faint smirk
    crosses over my face.

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

from p.4 on Mon., Oct. 20th


  • No one thought our love
    would be everlasting,
    our mysterious connection
    will always remain
    magnificent

    it's a creation that will
    be kept for eternity.

  • The diesel fuel cascading down,
    magically kissing the future.
    To love the power-engine.

  • Symphonic blues cruise
    their disillusion fascinates
    paleolithic beasts confronted...
    by the lethargic facades,
    painted in the sky.

from p.1 on Mon., Oct. 20th


  • I sat there, just sat, my mind
    locked up by my heart was
    raging.
    My heart wanted something
    love?
    honesty?
    anything...

    I watched as her lips touched his:
    cold...

    I could see the ice drip off them.
    I hoped my mind was playing tricks,
    but my hope was betrayed by the truth
    and the truth was betrayed by love,
    its best friend.
  • I had anticipated the
    happiness and true joy.

    It was breath-taking.

    Everything was beautiful.
  • Born between Aids
    and 9/11 my
    generation has
    experience with
    trauma. Numb
    from the
    diseases cast upon
    the Earth

Monday, October 13, 2014

from P.4 on Mon., Oct. 13th


  • Society can
    shape you into a molded
    form.
    You aren't going
    to fit into the perfect
    puzzle of society
    so...
    be yourself,
    raise hell &
    change the world.

  • That's my chicken!

  • When we he would do a poem,
    I would get butterflies
    in my stomach.
    His powerful words grasped
    me and held on tight.

  • The beast falls
    from an industrial sky.

  • Chatter of gossip
    spits from frozen lips
    breaths of air
    condense above our heads
    the crowd cheers,
    but the cold harshens
    the tone.

  • Bird cages,
    freeing the souls
    that are trapped
    in the normal life-style.

From p.1 on Monday, October 13th


  • Today is such a dope day.

  • The passion in one's spirit
    all at once
    surfacing in
    the string of words
    that spill from his
    heartfelt face.

  • There are more of you,
    than there are
    of us

    and yet,
    you're scared of me?
    you're afraid of me?

  • Black enough
    to wear the
    jersey on the
    field next
    to your son.

  • Friday night, I
    skyrocketed to space.
    Then you spread constellations
    across my skin
    and I crash-landed
    into your arms.

  • Could collect
    enough stars
    on the way
    down to
    turn the
    burlap sack into
    a balloon...

  • No bed time.

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

from p.4 on Monday, October 6th


  • The skyline
    kisses the twinkling
    city lights,
    cars bustle by
    and the moon glows
    on my goose-bumped legs.

  • Early in the
    morning, the
    plastic rake snatches
    the rustic leaves,
    holding them captive
    in the bag cage.

  • Tears are replaced
    by a nervous snicker
    as the lecture ensues,
    teaching me the
    rights and wrongs of

    the life I must
    survive.

from P.1 on Monday, October 6th


  • Hair in a bun,
    she rubs over
    my tattoo and
    says,
    "It's a scar.
    It makes me
    sad that something
    so pretty can hurt
    so bad."

  • When I told
    him about you,
    he asked if I
    threw a penny
    into a
    wishing well.

  • She twists herself in
    the air at least 100
    feet high--still spinning
    and spinning
    as all
    the seconds
    go by.

Wednesday, October 1, 2014

from p.4 on Monday, September 29th


  • Small raindrops
    dance with my freckles.
    Metal bars under
    my feet,
    fun childhood memories,
    new memories,
    stolen kisses in
    the rain.

  • My head,
    just a resting boulder
    on his chest.
    Rising and falling
    with each breath--
    his racing heartbeat
    steadies mine.

  • Tears well up
    in my tired eyes.
    A heavy heart
    pounds,
    through my delicate chest.
    A chaos of confusion
    circles the air
    around my mind.
    Tip-toeing in to
    make things worse.

  • The red dragon
    fly in my eye
    emits ink in the elevator
    up memory support
    dead on the cheese platter.

from p1. on Mon., Sept. 29th


  • I scream:
    a riddle in the sky
    on a foggy night.
    You drive up to my
    house. You trace the
    corners of my
    mouth... Pause,

    *Embrace*

    then leave again softly,
    as if to say,
    "I don't need you
                                    anymore.

  • Staring into his
    eyes, I can
    see the pain
    I've caused.
    His heart is
    beating a million
    beats per second.
    "I'm sorry"
    escapes from me.
    Just loud enough for
    him to hear.

  • She wore a
    smile on her
    face.
    Only to prevent
    the world from
    seeing the
    tears about to
    break.

  • Rivers run from her
    eyes as her hands
    grip the bowl.

    Confessions that should
    have been left unsaid
    hunched over throwing-up
    her pride.

    I hold her hair and think.

  • 11:00pm became
    1:00am. Memories
    scattered across
    the floor like a
    flurry of snow.
    Keeping the new,
    throwing out the
    old-wasted.