- Tear drops fall
Into my oddly-colored smoothie
And I can't find a way
To meet her gaze.
- The cold wings
of winter come,
unfurled in majestic
winds.
The teeth gnash the
dry ground,
and the fiery breath
of frost scorches the
earth.
- We're all alone...
Falling down stairs
Slipping on ice--
No one to catch us
Unless we open our eyes
And catch ourselves.
- The snow came down...
Like feathers just floating
in the air.
The cold bitter wind
wooshed back and forth
and I stayed inside.
- Blanket burritos
=
Worry-free warmies
- Doesn't the newness wear off?
When the pristine white canvas,
which glitters,
turns muddy and the watery
ice crystals cling to your
black boots,
doesn't it?
- The chill bit me
and the ice crawled
closer, closer
to my window.
There was nowhere
trapped by the bitterness
of something so beautiful.
- The grain of the wood runs
up and down--left to
right if you look at it from
the side. Either way, the flow
of it is rushing. There is
a rock in the river--a
gnarled knot redirecting.
If someone were to stand the panel up,
you wonder if it would all
flow off.
- The thrones held
our Royals--
so chosen by their
rose petal facades
and heavy-metal
extremities.
- There is more authenticity
in the midnight kitchen
floor,
Than in any comforts of
the warmest bed.
- The pan is hot
Hearing the sizzle
This yellow mixture
Somehow
Turns to scrambled eggs.
- Restless adolescents
with perfected pores
and synthetic thoughts
suffocate crowded halls.
- Rock hard cold pavement,
The feeling of your fingertips,
Stoned, icy eyes,
The horrific crackling of the stereo.
All encompassing the deafening ambiance you carry with you.
- X marks the spot,
little did you know
when you criss-crossed
your heart,
that made you a target,
a treasure to be lost.
- Condensation,
the cold seat,
a symptom
of your stone-
cold heart.
- 011010001011011101110110001
code can break or
not work
so where does that leave me?
Disconnected from
everything.
- Warm weather--
shorts and t-shirts
leading you on
thinking it's summer.
It's just winter
flirting like that
girl you'll never get.
- Take your pocket knife and whittle
your way into the center
of the same tree--
deeper with every summer afternoon--
You keep expecting something
new
underneath.
- Dirty sunshine
sprouts
Making roses
less believable.
- A soundtrack of laughter
on a loop.
A song made of mere
moments and memories.
