February 27, 2013
Memo 18

You’re murdering my insides, bitch
So come over
And scratch my itch.

February 27, 2013
Memo 17

When the black fills my eyes like black ink
Black penetrates the deepest parts of me
When black is the only thing I can see
I can see the darkest parts of me

Black is the nothing I connect to
When connection is the only option im left to
Black is knowing I am on my own
Black is the definition of alone

Black fills my eyes deeper than anything
Black is the absence of everything

June 24, 2011

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Ive never loved you like I love you

ive never needed you like I need you

Ive painted so many pictures of us in my head

Ive held on to memories like a child holds a hand. 

April 14, 2011


not asking questions

not taking answers. 

Not holding closer,

not a tiny dancer.


Walking slowly

Pass through





in fact more than nothing


in effect


Cant decide





nothing more

nothing less,

nothing less 

than powerless

answering your call

picking up

letting go

my train of thought

my ego

April 13, 2011

A sound escapes

A needle breaks

A belly aches

Make a mistake

Make a mistake

Make a mistake

A big mistake

Is hard to take

An echo passes through the hall

loud enough to fool them all

ears perk up, eyes open wide

Quiet like mass suicide

April 13, 2011

Perched from an architects perspective.

Alive enough to see whats left inside.

I wont bother to adjust my vision.

The truth has no place to hide. 

Its cold here.

like skin

with no blood within.

its dark here.

dark enough

to bare diamonds in the rough.

March 27, 2011

Making a conscious effort to be empty.

March 27, 2011

My eyes in my head 

rolling back once again

as your touch presents warmth

and we melt.

And not one thing ive ever been told

Neither the beginning nor the end of the world

Right and wrong dont translate

Never tempted to hesitate.

The moment your breath is on my neck

The familiar feeling coming back

Its always coming back. 

March 27, 2011

Missing a feeling. 

Missing the beginning 

Cant see the end

Cant find that feeling

why pretend?

Dancing down this road again

Its bliss as your filling something in.

Lets get lost in carelessness, 

Get lost. 

June 23, 2010

tell me a story something gory im horny for my own glory

tell me something happy that happened haphazardly 

i cant pretend to contend or offend that often im off then

everyone is waiting to take stake its for the taking

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