Friday, March 25, 2011


Some days
You miss
The idea of somebody.

Who does not
Really exist,
Only they might.

You just
Do not know them.

Saturday, March 19, 2011

Epic Poem... Almost but not really.

I set out to write an Epic Poem 
So that I could show 'em 
That I took my writing with Pride 
Yet then again I may have lied 

The truth is I am too lazy to keep going 
so thats all that was worth showing. 

Yep not all that Epic really. 
If you were looking for metaphors 
Please refer to someone who really cares. 


Wait for me
I make account
We found the stream
Constant without care
My eye cannot follow my Hand
A Reviving Infusion
Forgive me for my
An instrument need call
You thought, I have known
Say what this means to
You're not listening...


Dancing in circles
Surrounded by my books
In my 5x5 apartment.

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

with every hot drink!

His name was
No he did not like

Not to give a false impression.

He ate pie.  

( Even if you Say it's not )

An intrinsic liquid jolt
            Down the spine
before you said goodbye

Falling paces thumping
            out of time
I felt you then
            now all is dim

Salt shards away porcelain
            damask, hard now
lost in melting glass

Love was your lie
            the soft beating winds
shallow cuts just below skin

I felt you always
            you’re still there
they eat me whole
            without care

Beating hearts
            rip apart
in the shallow cockles
            of your deceits

The child cried, no hope
            of being satisfied. feel
[omitted]  just before I died

hey Cupcake

Why not
enjoy every

Monday, March 14, 2011

Living in Dreams

Craning her Neck She reached the Gaze of the sun
and Crowed.

You have only one life so don't 
grow up 
too Fast. 

Find me In Neverland when you
think you’ve
lost me.

She was waiting in the

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Migratory Migraine

Through the night
I heard a rip, rip, rip;
 Be careful
Without the light
You might slip, trip, flip.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Tuesday, March 8, 2011

Thinking Of Obscure things...

There is a little mouse Living
in The corner
There you can See
his Little mouse whiskers
Sticking out Just beyond the
I fed him lilies And he
and he and he and He
Snickered at the Lovely blossoms
held in my Hand.
little Mouse I cried
"Why do you Resent and Tatter
at my gift?"
it was only In a squeak and Pitter-
patter of his feet Did he reply.
there is a Little mouse living
In the Corner.
you can see Him there
Caught in a Trap.
he wriggles and snickers no more
at lovely Little Lilies.