Tuesday, February 15, 2011


i wish i knew what to say,
or rather,
how to say it…
i wish these long drawn-out
were a little less one-sided

i wish it took less dramatic measures
to make a good-bye stick
to return things as they should have
always been

but, return,
could it ever?
be what we had before?
i wish i knew what that was…
was there ever a moment
when we were not an us?
it’s hard to recall

if either of us could peer
beyond the walls of forgiveness
we’d see the shattered
of our dying love unfold

fore when i find the words
we will finally know…
how deep the wounds of deceit
shall go

i wish we could have been more honest
especially with ourselves
fore if the words should never come
the truth shall still be known

regardless of the outcome,
i hope deep down you know…

i will always miss you
and what we had before

Monday, January 31, 2011

break me... again!

you’ve broken my heart
over and over again

i’ve let you

extending the fragments
of which remain in tact
to be shattered
ever more
by the persecutor
of my soul

i lay it out before you

crush me
destroy me
make me fall apart
over and over again
i beg of you,
break my world apart!

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

your visit last night

you came to me
last eve
creeping through
the shadows of my dream
i felt your eyes
my life unfolding
without you

and it was there
where your presence
was felt
that i came to know
i would always
have you
if only in my dreams.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

The Chosen One

it was not i
who chose life
it was life
whom chose me
oft times
considered mundane
yet precious the gift at hand
i unwrap it
carefully, precise
seemingly careless at times
unfolding the corners
placing together the pieces
realizing it not to be a puzzle
but a portrait
of the brightest colors
darkened shadows
a kaleidoscope of fragments
adjustable, amendable
ever changing the angle of which
i hold it
it is a gift
handed down to me
a gift
meant to share
my dutiful obligation
to respect it
with objectified care.

Thursday, January 13, 2011


there is a chill that’s seeped
into my cells,
cold, still, numbing,
the days
wondering how long,
it all must take
for passion and desire
once again to stake claim…
as rapidly as the freeze
seeped into my veins,
slowly, the coldness will lift
a vague memory
of another dreary winters day...
cultivating ambition
where otherwise, lie none
the freeze to thaw
and life...
to once again,

Saturday, January 1, 2011

Flip Side

on the flip side
it could always be worse
so I flip
and I flop
as a fish out of water
contented in knowing
it could always
be worse