Poems 2004 (pre-college)

Like an open book with missing pages he finds the perfect words to fill its vacancy.

The better you look the more you see he said.

You let the words drip from your lips to mine.

A taste like sour fruit.

And I wanted it more than ever.

Your skin like leather and I’d kill to have it wrapped around me.

This time forever.

When is the last time that you saw me and does it really matter?

You’ll always feel the same

Only time will change.

Nothing is as familiar as bad poetry.

And so my heart sleeps

Waiting to be awakened.


Crash calls crash calls crash calls Crash calls

The ring of a broken word

Against the backdrop of the falling sky

Moments weighed heavily in hefty trash bags

Waiting for flies to piddle in its warmth,

The stench of uncertainty hanging clearly in the air.

Soft words fall like razorblade kisses

And yet you speak to me with open wounds

Wed me in the holy matrimony of forgotten song.

And we’ll pretend like we never met.

Whisper like highway bliss

Palms sweat

Heartbeats Missed

We were on a train, the type of train that ends up leading you nowhere fast. The type of train that leaves you in a wreck yet you come out completely unharmed; physically. Mentally well… we all know that mentality moves and changes as if to keep up with the clocks ticking hands. You were there; you watched the whole thing take place. As if in slow motion you saw the faces in the crowd change like a picture show. Eye brows raise, faces fall, eyes close and mouths open. We all wanted something. We all wanted something to come home to, although I knew that nobody would be waiting up for my return and nobody would miss me when I didn’t show up that day. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, and absence is what made me want to hold on a little bit longer. Ten years later she was still a little girl, only dressed in women’s clothing with her face made up and her hair blown and sprayed to perfection, her eyes being the only thing to give away her true age. She lived her life like a window that wouldn’t close, forever letting the cold breeze fill up her space in the room. Her vocabulary would never reach volumes high enough to articulate what she truly thought she felt. He loved her. He loved her everything and anything, even the things he hated about her, he loved to hate them. Yet he kept his distance as best he could. He watched her beauty blossom like a flower and her mind whither from many years of keeping people out of her reach. When she made wishes she wished that she had less to wish for, but most of all she wished for him. She wished that they were lovers but knew it was better off this way. They tried to remember to forget each other. Like a parasite each memory ate away at their hearts.