Tuesday, September 28, 2010

softsnow, please don't melt.

go build a forest with trees too high to breathe
and all the perfect girls were just like rain
sliding off your back

wait for one who's like the snow
sticking to your shoulder.

wandering down the streetlamps
and suddenly you're everywhere i look.

Friday, September 24, 2010

for all your lies, you're still very lovable.

"you smoke too much"
cracked lips in december huddled with me on the porch and a taste of
something angry in her all the time
how are you supposed to love something
that can't stand you?

i'm beginning to see a crack in our plans.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010


you've put them up on needle legs
and hoped the wind didn't blow
everyone wants someone

to let them down.

Friday, September 17, 2010

attic to the left

and there would only be three sounds i would miss
the sound of my mothers necklace as she walks down the stairs
the sound of sighing
and the sound of absolutely nothing
on a cold night with the snow
kissing the sidewalk


iT was tHoughtful of you to sEnd flowers, theY brighten up my room wondefully. the doCtors tHink i'm doing wEll with the new mediCation and that i should maKe a full recovery. i Miss Your flowers in the morning certain days. have theM tAke pIctures for my bedside tabLe next time everyone comes around for dinner, it would be nice.

I can Say everyThing here is benefIciaL to regaining my heaLth and i am comfortabLe enOugh to eValuate somE of mY behaviOrs. i am trUely sorry.



Monday, September 13, 2010

if all your love is wasted

i was a branch and you were the tree, right?
smoking streets and lets do it just this time
you gave me something i could believe.
and the city lights were still bright for me

Sunday, September 12, 2010

then who the hell was i?

if i asked [very nicely]
could we go back to that first night
talking on the floor of my bedroom
about all the things we never knew we needed

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Friday, September 10, 2010

this will be enough.

if this all goes wrong
i just need you to know that it's okay.
we agreed, sink or swim
and i'm just happy that we made it to the water.

Wednesday, September 8, 2010


her letters were distant coded messages and lists and little pictures in the margins
and once a poem called winter

'it's cold again
and i keep thinking about how long your legs were in that
skirt oh, like porcelain branches of some pale old tree.
it's white halls
white walls here.
it's cold again and without you
i think i'll go
xx -H'

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

set out to drift

there are no good guys and bad guys with manslaughter,
there are only good guys-

and very very sorry ones.

Saturday, September 4, 2010

November 23rd [an empty vessel makes the loudest sound]

i am the numbness in my legs from standing too long.
i am the cinderblock mass graves.
look at me, look at me
for now, i am nothing
hell is empty and the devils are here.

Thursday, September 2, 2010


and what if my soulmate found a different soul