Sunday, August 1, 2010


My dreams aren't as empty as my conscience seems to be.

Thursday, July 15, 2010

It's like that dazzling quality


you know, of any place one's decided to give up and has already begun to appear softened by nostalgia.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Up above her the universe was expansive and incandescent. She wanted something to happen-something, anything. She didn't know what.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

Friday, March 5, 2010

She Wants to Be Infinite.

I'm going to invade your interior and linger near the corner of your thoughts. There was an explosion of things heard and seen swept under the rug. She was overwhelmed with hugs and kisses and the I love you's rarely given; and it felt wrong.

Saturday, February 6, 2010

Let me wrap myself around you

There is a time that is in sync with a place where she feels completely untouchable.

Sunday, January 24, 2010

Addicted

to bed, and solitude, and things that aren't real.

Sunday, December 27, 2009



Written for his 4 year old son who died from falling down a window. The Choirboys live, do this song justice.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

I am spinning

out of control, ready to meet violence in the silhouette of night. I meet lies more often than I meet the truth, and if I wasn't almost so desensitized it would drive me insane. You wouldn't believe it but, lonesomeness doesn't surprise me unannounced anymore...I greet it with open arms and wrap myself around it.

Saturday, December 12, 2009

Lets not forget to live.

My pregnant mind is filled with concepts big and small and everything sums up to a complicated mass too large for the the capacity of my head. Mainly I'm consumed with the potential beauty that makes up the erring and constant bits of my entirety. I'm really so caught up with how beautiful this could be, but let's not forget to live. Wake up and smell the coffee. Whether I'm in the louder part of town or not is irrelevant; life goes on without you and I'm leaving with it.
I'm drifting states of mind at full throttle. This consistent inconsistency has become so omnipresent, I can actually consider it normalcy. It's something like the journey of coming into herself, and coming out stronger sort of thing.