Friday, December 9, 2011


my love for you is assiduous.
when I wrap my arms around you, they become human, tying knots to the ends of my fingers holding you to the foundation of my being. my breath begs to comfort and not rob you of placation.
the pressure you think you feel is esoteric and seemingly unjustified inside the console I thought I had built for you.
I bleed in misunderstanding pretending to hold a smile whose strength will mystify. close fast your eyes, whose lids are heavy, and feel the haven of my persevering care.

photo by: axicnom on deviantart.com

Monday, December 5, 2011


we pass each other in the night. on flights hidden by the concourse you and I take separate paths of bliss and meet somewhere in the in the hours after midnight after the interest of fascination has fallen fast asleep.

photo by: karen clark

Friday, October 21, 2011


the heart breaks as massive convulsions follow. in the resonance of our love, I have shed my last tear. the parts of you that I used to remember are blocked now from memories weathered by upset, no longer fueled by flames. I catch my breath, whose legs are long, as she sustains a moment on a recollection of you. It is in the blackest pieces of my mind, where memory fades, where I have perched your legacy far above the common trade. I still fall weak inside my knees, at the sound of your name, where my core still bleeds. I am in constant flux; inconsistent luck, holding your absence within the emptiness of me. In quiet serenity, I throw up your love, coughing up falsehood and criss-crossing your lies. the death of you inside of my bones, will renounce my crazy and cry out for calm.

photo: www.odessasawyer.com

"snow white"

Wednesday, August 24, 2011


in the jaws of late night conversation, the steam of our sweat puddles in my hands and I lay it on your chest clenching my fingers along-side your humble, breaking breast. the secrets of the night creep like strangers along the lines of your face. you store them under your tongue, saving them for battle when the west moon glow has all but won. my love is still an infant, still birthing its new pains; yours is swollen from a heartache; yet still similar of the same. with lead walls surrounding you on every other side, it’s hard to hear you thinking, it’s impossible to help you fly. it is a complicated matter, a noose whose hands deliberately choke my neck; preventing me from speaking, taking all my breath. I enable your behavior because I know that you need time, to understand this voyage and to reinvent your shine. but exhaustion feeds on wisdom, as it comes to me on waves, declaring the apparent, whispering my dismay.

photo found on: http://lithomancy.tumblr.com/

Tuesday, August 16, 2011


I am contemplating the degree of our severance. I am conscious inside the collapse of my lungs. in the long strands of beach that began our birth, I am covered in the sand stones that opened up the shells of our fears. the wake of our love is upon us. the doom of the past has befallen. jaded with desire I have left open the door in which I once walked. I now chase the vision of the dream I clutched ten winters ago in the platoon of my youth. it would seem that the lessons that are laced around my sometimes stubborn feet, are golden from the heat from the repetition of my mistakes. I have paced around the oddity of the shape of these walls … continually make-shifting and befriending the damaged who come to me in heartbreak, unable to withstand their sorrow, and too broken to sustain a fall. I am a reminder of all things past and of all things yet to come; a paradox of unrequited love.

photo found at: http://fencephiladelphia.com/wowfences.html