your heart is a prism (2012)

your heart is a prism
with innumerable facets
with flaws and with merits
that catch every glimmer

your heart is a prism
the moon of your everything
absorbing all parts of you
with no judgment passed

your heart is a prism
overflowing with paints
to spill out of your every pore
if you'll just let in some light

amnesiatic (2012)

dis-c-c-c
dis-connect

all those silky
see-through tethers
so damn hard to
tie together

frozen synapse
cracking wall
crumble, crumble
fall, fall, fall

if you had died

if you had died
if you were dead
you would live only
in my head

i'd see you in
the rainy days
the empty seats
in warm cafés

you'd still exist
in sunset skies
and ancient books
and heavy sighs

i'd read you in
the secret signs
the hidden words
between the lines

and next to mine
your heart would rest
so cold and still
inside my chest

your eyes i'd keep
beside my bed
to watch the dreams
inside my head

and to your soul
i'd tie my own
to comfort me
when i'm alone

you'd live forever
by my side
if you were dead
if you had died

Sixths (2012)

bite her tongue
feel through the tightropes
be my ghost
with forty glowing stars

keep yourself at the wheel, alright?

do these again with pencil
memorize the passageways in my attention
listen and perhaps find a world
that's there without ink

i mention him as each to the best
am of a whim and back out into you
curse you all with any more of that life
of my last friend in town 
 
i'm still wearing black for you

Ink (2012)

My hands are bleeding, and there is nothing I can do to stop it.
It drips in constant rhythm from my wrists down to my fingertips and onto these pages.
There it forms no image, conveys no purpose nor aesthetic value of any kind.
Simply drips -
and dies.

such is time (2012)

she stares at the clock and tick-ticking hands
each independent but so intertwined
moving of their own accord and moving altogether

seconds flit by in immeasurable, moment-type,
blink-of-an-eye tick-ticks
and by the time she realizes one has gone
he's been replaced by another, and another, and another
she wants to scream at them to stop, to stand still so she can count them
but they pass her by nonetheless

minutes are slightly less ephemeral, pausing to linger a while
as if to engage her in casual conversation
surface things, how-do-you-do things, fine-how-are-you things
but still nothing real and as soon as she begins to think of a minute as her own
he is gone and takes their conversation with him

hours, though, hours are much more aware of her fancies
sometimes when they pass through they seem never to want to leave
and though she is tired of them, they are much more tired of themselves
and she cannot but indulge them, allow them to stay a bit longer
yet sometimes they seem to be pulled away from her
as if seconds and minutes have grown jealous and so seduced hours
and run away with them to where she may not follow
it is then that she misses them
replays their exchanges in her head
glances at the chair they sat in and sighs
and stares at the clock some more

tick

tick

tick

until the next one comes along
and eventually, another
seconds, minutes, hours all vying for her attention
and days have never been so jealous.

screwdriver (2012)

there's a cast-iron screw between my ribs
rusted with the bloody tide
wrenched between the subtle things and a few essential feelings
scratching away at white walls of suppressed memories
carving letters and symbols in languages i don't read
splitting the bone like a bad spinal tap

and i stood there mesmerized as i watched you
twist it

Ruled (2012)

She does not stand before him but sinks into herself,
cowering on the cold tiles of that blessed separation.
She cries because she has been conditioned to.
She keeps quiet because she has been told to.

The walls are screaming at her to get out,
to run until her feet bleed and run further still.
Her feet are untouched, it's the rest of her that bleeds.
She goes nowhere.

She fell.
Or tripped.
Or ran into something.
Clumsy, clumsy, clumsy;
add that one to the list.

Bruises are innocent enough.
 

fatal fallacy (2012)

synapse synapse synapse
there should be a thought here
there should be words
there should be
something

tears and smiles and half-formed ideas
bounce around in the dark
by themselves

there is no guard rail
and many of them will simply wander off the edge
and i will follow them

in a moment of truth
grasping at silhouettes
shadows that aren't there
smoke and mirrors
 
i've been tricked.

ohr (2012)

...hello?

I wanted to tell you
something

but I forgot
when you stopped listening
It struck me as odd then, but I carried on
as I often do

not knowing all the while
how deaf you were
or what language I spoke
or if you had ears at all

Today I brushed your hair back from your face
and it fell right back.

Eve (2012)

he sees the very least of me
the raw, naive simplicity
my outer layers shed and gone
a stripped and vulnerable Eve

my naked form - bare soul, bare feet
just dirty, plain, and prone to bleed
but free and safe for now at least
and that is all i'll ever need