I Think It Was The Title Of A Starflyer Album

Old Notebooks,
Full of different times and people.
Shock... Surprise... Sadness...
all fill the room with a tension
that fills the body just the same.

Old Lives,
Full of different versions of selves.
Young... Naive... Dark...
all fill the mind with a tension
that no longer exists and nothing's changed.

A Struggle For Truth

Closing in,
moving closer to a means to an end.
Giving up, giving in
Losing all to abstract ideas of friends.
Tell me more
Tell me lies where I believe it makes sense.
And I forget, I pretend
I know it's wrong, I choose my sentence.
The end game,
the start to everything I know is fake.
I buy in, I buy up
I live life unfulfilled and on the take.

When The Title Is Longer Than The Poem, It Is Time To Start Rethinking Things

Dark
Light
Mark
Fight
Night
Stark
Might
Bark
Pin
Sin
Win
Done

Text To Thoughts To Context

Another fork in road
Another choice to make
The fear fills my insides
Dread fills my heart to full
Hoping that it subsides
Now is the time to take
life back and come awake
Take the reigns, take the role
Live for more than auto-mode

Street Haiku

Hey, Mother F*&^er!
Say that sh%t to me again.
That's what I thought, b&^%h.

Two Animals, No Reason

Two dogs had a fight
in the yard
over a bone.
One dog lost its life;
one scarred
but at home.

The Ghost Of Unthinking Kids

A flash of skin and danger;
small charge -
surfing the wave of cyber spaces.

- 9 years pass -

We regret to inform you that we will be passing on you for the position.



Inspired by: Sexting

no title

V.
There was a time when life was better.
When every line didn't start the same way.
When there was more than one direction left.
When there was more than nothing left to say.

C.
Hold me close and I might get lost.
I might forget. I might forgive (or be forgiven).
Hold me close or I might get tossed.
I might lose track, or might find a reason for living.

I Heard It Or Maybe Heard Of It

I listened to it, twice
   and liked it... or had no opinion.
Maybe I loved it,
   so much that it sits by the night stand
unused...
unheard of apart from a passing glance.
   Is this how my life is played?
Twice, with too much else to focus on?
unused...
unheard of apart from the passing glance.

untitled/unfinished

V.
We used to look into each other's eyes
without tears, without hesitation.
We used to share in each other's lives
without fears, without desperation.

C.
And now, thing have changed, been re-arranged
and there's nothing left to hold on to.
But then, things were there, before this tear
when nothing mattered but me and you.
...Will that ever be enough again?

V.
We used to open up each other's hearts
with love, with tenderness.
When lives got lost in body parts
with passion in every kiss.

B.
And it seems... that these broken dreams,
broken hearts and ripped up seams;
will never be mended.
But I know... that there's a hope,
a real chance - not just some joke;
we can last past this ending.

Time As A Point Of Flexibility

Time fell from the sky, like it jumped.
Reaching the pinnacle of speed,
it stopped
      backed up
           and fell again.
Time said, "I'm a yo-yo" and laughed...
out loud without abbreviation
or contempt
      for those
           not in on the joke.