oh

up the street. the one with the trees. up to comfort. up to what i came here for. up to my expectations. up to rebuild. meet all over again. become closer. then leave. winding up. back to what i feel at ease calling a home. back to where i was from before. a shelter. a bubble. i think i cant do this anymore sometimes. my words always get mixed up. that's not what i meant. what am i without my words. what am i with them. a mess of explanations.

lalaalalalal
la la
LAAAA

the news

The moisture has climbed out of her throat
and pools in the palms of her hands
that are dripping down the frame of the door
that is supporting her shock in pounds,
sliding down the frame of the door with her
to the scratchy inviting square
that prickles through cotton modesty,
that prickles through to her skin,
her skin that she has left for now,
her skin framed by the door
that is open to the air and the spears of light,
and this is all a new atmosphere
to her because she is a lump against wood,
but floating so steadily in the breeze
and all she can hear is wind chimes on the neighbor's porch,
crying out by strings,
circling melodies in the wind,
clanging chaos and harmony all at once

heart shaped box

thanks kaity for finding this


great cover..i love it

i need to

unplug

after i kissed you goodbye

I had the kind of sigh
that is everything at once,
a breath that rattles by
and encapsulates the months,
a breath that brings to light
what has been and what might be,
that for now all is right
with life
momentarily.

not a poem

i feel so intensely about everything sometimes
and im so overwhelmed by all of it
that i have to remember my lungs .
im looking for other ways to be calm.
i look at other people that seem this calm.
i try to absorb some peace.
i seem to absorb everything else that's around me.
at times im thankful for this and that im not a zombie,
but other times that seems pretty nice.
my friend said to me tonight "dont be sad"
i said i wasnt, im just everything and too much of it and
i dont know how to channel it,
i dont know how to make you understand.

dot dot dot

i dont contact some people for awhile
to see if they will contact me
and then if its been awhile
i start to think
are they doing the same to me?

but i tend to "crack"
because i was trying to be "strong"
and i wonder if anything would be said
if i hadn't said it first


i like to be direct
lay it all out there
but i get tired of that

sometimes
i just wanna be figured out

eye

if you're
afraid to be
the sting
in its site,

intrusive
eyelash
plucked from its
vision,

to be cast
aside
by the wave
of hand
'cross your skies

and you're
trying to
dissolve
away in
quiet white

then youre
already
lost in
its sinking
black pit

and you'll
never know
the passion
bred by
discomfort

: )

you make me feel pretty.