Monday, June 28, 2010


once [a very long time ago] you asked a man for help and he never
even
wrote back.

child,
were your knees on the ground
not good enough?

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

no letters, just bills.



there's the ones who ask
and the ones who don't ask but they would if they could
stop staring

and you're heart stops and you stutter and no matter how long you
practiced
excuses you lose your words
and they offer something
"a burn?"
you cling to it like a rope.


no one wants to hear what really happened
how depression wasn't an excess sadness but a
.
.void.
.
of everything;- oh!
how you resented each breathe
and you don't regret it.
but you wish you did.
they don't want to hear about how you feel better
and how it's easy
to wake up now.


they ask and
they don't really want to know at all.
so you lie.

Thursday, June 17, 2010


and all my words were dull

and all my words were dull
and all my words were dull
and all my words were dull

Monday, June 14, 2010



california was a lie.

you told me we'd see the ocean and i got sunburn.
i'm not mad anymore though


please please please please
come home.

you are whatever a moon has ever meant



i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)

Sunday, June 13, 2010

"Delial"


kevin carter, a photojournalist in Sudan, came across a starving toddler crying
the girl had stopped to rest on her way to a feeding station
a vulture sat
waiting.


he crouched-;
and took the picture.

it's not known if she made it to the station
and kevin carter won the pulitzer.

and killed himself two months later.





we must fight ourselves to chose the child
rather than the picture
everytime.




Sunday, June 6, 2010

you know i'd cross this whole city for you
barefoot, at night
with my heart wide open

a something for everything.


nero
played the lyre and sang
on his patio,
while Rome burned to the ground