Her scent comes and goes with a flash,
Bright and suave like a summer haze,
As I shield the things she once touched,
And grow vigilant at her confounded ways,
Life is not about anything limited,
To the five senses or a selfish moment,... (more »)
1. Raindrops hit the old glass making
Drowning red and orange traffic lights
I wish it would snow.
And hold my breath, struggling to cry
I turn away from Mom and watch the buzzing Exxon sign.... (more »)
When I asked him,
my fingers still tasting like tobacco
As I bit them until they bled,
How bad are you?
He simply replied, “I don't know
My own phone number right now.”
He has bruises on his arms
in the shape of crescent moons... (more »)
Give me your order
Which I will fulfill
I'm nothing but a waitress in your eyes.
Tip me a quarter
And pay the bill
Allow me to shed this silly disguise.
For twenty minutes
You've been debating
Between cheese curds and strudel
For... (more »)
Startled awake at 3 a.m
Out of breath
Clothes sticking to my skin
The room is quiet
Moonlight pouring in
I'm not dreaming anymore
But I wish I was
They wake up from nightmares
But not me
I wake up into one. (more »)
According to the wolf,
Romulus's hands were rusty rakes
When he scraped away the stone
From his brother's chest.
It was a hideous wolf-shaped thing;
Were sharp at times,
Were diluted at times,
Like the... (more »)
i can count on the rain.
the rain pitter-patters
it's the only predictable thing in my life.
we've hit a dry spell,
the kind where we cannot
water our lawns
wash our cars,
or calm our brains.
so... (more »)
I picked a bouquet of forget-me-nots
and they were a plea
because my heart fears that
You will find someone better – someone
who does not get sick in tricky situations
or pretty girls who lack crescent scars in
I'm afraid that... (more »)
Thirty-three sunflowers danced with an
elephant in the dusks of Africa with
amazing gusts of wind and the fascination of: a triangle.
Hello my colorful, wonderful friends, I am light blue king of the trends, I am in the sky, hair dye, and... (more »)
They beckoned me forth,
whispering my name
against the breeze.
I reached forward
to touch a leaf,
to wrap pale fingers around strong branches
and hold myself steady.
But at my... (more »)
I could write a poem
that no one could tell was for you.
It would be about kiddie cocktails,
Mom's eye shadow,
and Britney CDs strewn about.
I could describe all the tiptoeing
and whispering as we crept down the stairs.
We snuck cookies... (more »)
If it were to come down
to paper and pencil, I would draw
a thousand lines, all intersecting each other, layers of graphite
upon graphite overlapping
and shining at different angles with each
little crumb of lead breaking off from the... (more »)
Red lips, pink cheeks
Trying to be what you shouldn't be
Clothes too tight, shoes too tall
Wow, I don't understand this at all
Black surrounds those big brown eyes
Yes, the ones you've always despised
You try to cover up these features... (more »)
Today the clouds
(a weightless veil
that clings to my lungs)
Whispering sweet lullabies
(intoxicating and sweet)
Today the air
(buzzing little bugs
creeping across my skin)
Conquering my body
(schizophrenic... (more »)
The breeze whispers down my throat,
She's screaming that spring has came.
Spring has came.
Spring has been here.
the dear sun,
is trying to manifest hisself through
to penetrate the grass and dirt,
so the... (more »)
I won't change to please someone,
when I know someone else
will fall in love with
the way I
dunk Oreos in milk,
how I sneeze,
and the way I
comb my hair in the shower;
the way I
pop my neck on road trips.
how I curse,
and the way... (more »)