But soft, what light through wonder window breaks? ‘Tis the east, and the sun is here To ruin my sleep. Daylight is cruel, demanding too much of what I don’t have Be human it says Be alive. I am here bright and burning so burn with me. And I want nothing more than to shut it… Continue reading I loathe the sun
Break your heart on me I’m not going to piece you back together because with any luck I’ll be broken on you we’ll forget about everything that happened before each other I’ll seek the comfort of you hands you’ll find the comfort in my skin summer nights too hot to spend together too long to… Continue reading poem
Today is better. Better than yesterday, Better than many thousands of days that came before it. Not better than all days Hopefully not better than tomorrow. But today… Today is a good day. And sometimes Most times That’s more than enough.
It’s a long story, but the short version is I (probably) love you. And I love him. And I love her, too. I know it’s hokey to say, And it’s only said after you’ve had a few, But it’s true, I love you. And I love him, And I love her, too. I think I’m… Continue reading PS I Love You
The following are three poems about love and sex, most of which were made up on the spot. Take My Hand In the quiet moments before the sun Before the birds awaken and start to bicker Over who deserves the worm Before the world stirs Into early summer energy There’s the quiet rustle Of bed… Continue reading On Love & Lust & the Difference Between the Two
When you are small And your eyes are too bright for the world, You will ask a grown-up If there is magic, Really, real magic. And the grown-up, well meaning but oblivious, will say, “No, there is no such thing as magic. Witches and wizards Faeries and sprites Unicorns and dragons All are fictional Imaginary… Continue reading Some Kind Of Magic
My feet tap a beat as I walk the darkened street Too tired to sleep and Too hungry to eat. I feel the ghost of your hand in mine And I swear I’ve gone back in time To a place I don’t recognize And you’re the only thing on my mind. I have to get… Continue reading Haunted