they're telling me it's time…

when I was younger, I was a writer

• February 27th, 2012
• Posted in Poetry

When they ask me The things I’ll remember I want to tell them this: The sound of crickets, And burning cigarettes, And silence so pure That for the first time I wonder if true pain and true peace Can only exist Hand in hand. I want to tell them How I sat with my Back [ READ MORE ]

For want of a nail the sh…

• February 17th, 2012
• Posted in Poetry

For want of a nail the shoe was lost; for want of a shoe the horse was lost; for want of a horse the rider was lost; for want of a rider the message was lost; for want of the message the battle was lost; for want of the battle the war was lost; for want of the war the kingdom was lost; and all for the want of a horseshoe nail.

for the longest time

• February 16th, 2012
• Posted in Poetry

i thought i was battling God. Now I see (how could I not have seen it before) that it wasn’t God (cocky to believe it was). I’ve been battling myself.  Each fight is shorter now, but more brutal (like I’m ripping pieces of myself away, throwing myself away). It’s the only choice I have anymore. [ READ MORE ]

found amongst emails in the process of deleting

• February 13th, 2012
• Posted in Poetry

a pockmarked mountain, i was raised under the abuse of sticks and stones and words in a world with low ceilings that did nothing to stunt me my body defied old mothers tales and I shot up, a hulking timid creature despite the coffee I guzzled hopefully I wore my shoes too tight, begging to [ READ MORE ]

how long has it been?

• February 1st, 2012
• Posted in Poetry

it seems like forever. honestly, it seems like forever since i’ve written anything. this isn’t because i have nothing to say. on the contrary, words are so blocked up in my mind that they’ve overflowed to my stomach, my throat.  like old glue, mustard whatever, now i’m blocked. there’s so much to say that i [ READ MORE ]