Tuesday, November 22, 2011

Ridding myself of the awful past.

Quantum mechanics

One of these things doesn't fit here,
And neither do you, anymore.

Monday, November 21, 2011

Memories that play across the eyelids like silent films.

I'm with you through the grass plains
And the patches of bramble
Where we get tangled up into each other
Because that's what I promised.
& if I break mine, there's no need to expect for
You to keep yours, or keep me,
Or keep the memories.
The ones that bind,
Boa Constrictor grip around my neck,
Choking out the breath and tears.
I remember:
You said my eyes were more beautiful than ever
When oceans fell from them.

Wednesday, November 16, 2011


I can't tell you about Jared,
Or why what happened mattered so much.
I have no good explanation for why I quit school,
Just a million mediocre ones.
I can't tell you that the Earth-shaking silence
Of the past months
(From so many different people)
Has put me in a place far beyond the reaches of
Caring about myself
Or how this streak of bad luck
That is the past 6 months of my life
Was brought on by decisions I, myself, made.
I can blame it on everyone else to your face.

What I can tell you, though,
Is that I'm doing okay.
Because, despite everything,
I'm alright.

Friday, November 11, 2011


Before you, there was something....else
Someone else;
Everything else.
But my mind won't grasp the concept
Of moving straight-forward
Of telling you, or anyone, what happened
When I'm living in nightmares
About Jared and what I did to him
Or what he said I did.
I'm lost in dreams and I'm so afraid
To go back to sleep...
I just want to tell someone,
But I can't.
Not while I'm so damn afraid to speak.

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

3rd time in the past year.

Moving is easy
Especially when staying is the hard part
And running is simple
When you're chasing nothing but
Cracked dreams that know they're barely substance.
I finally understand what he said
When he left
How everything was a failed experiment
And how maybe things get better
If everything else falls apart first.
But he was wrong
Because the brokeness hangs thick
When you're alone at night.
And I can't run when moving means change;
Not when staying means that things
Could possibly stay the same.