October 10, 2011 § Leave a comment

Just because she’s beautiful doesn’t mean she’s trouble free

What is the road she walked?

You never know where along the line she was replaced

Why did she lock the door and break the window?

There’s buttons scattered on the floor and reeds growing in the shower from years of neglect

Flowers and grass peek in rain-stained windows, straining to hear the whispering meandering memories 

A sound scuttles across the floor in grey blur, shadows of the past remain



September 23, 2011 § Leave a comment

This is not window number 10, ma’am, it’s number 5.

August 10, 2011 § Leave a comment

Sometimes I stare into the dark just to see you. When the sun is gone and the stars are hiding too I can feel you. They say at night to look just to the side of the object you want to look at. It has something to do with the rods and cones in your eyes they said. Sometimes I stare right at you. Sometimes I stare to your left. Sometimes I stare to your right. I never really find you. But I know you are there, just as the stars are there. I ask you to come closer. I ask you why the sky is dark at night if the universe is filled with hidden stars. You leave me to figure it out by myself which is the best way to learn. I take lessons on astronomy and how to strengthen my night vision. I whisper what I learn to you. Every time I step closer to you I know that you step back. I really want to see you. But I think you know that.                                                                                                    

Clinging to Kayaks.5.

Still, we walk.

July 21, 2011 § Leave a comment

Thus, we walk.

July 20, 2011 § Leave a comment

   They got lost on purpose and never came back. What ever it was that was holding them back before fell to the ground life leave in the wind. There were three of them. The fourth was nowhere to be found. They knew she cared too much about other things to be a part of this. Her ties did not get burned the way the others did for she was in an unreachable place. They took the first road they came to, walking on without stopping. They moved ahead with bold confidence, heads held high. 

Juxtaposition Anon

January 2, 2011 § 2 Comments

Don’t ask because I don’t know and don’t lie because you have far too much to lose. You might not realise it now, you may some day, but we’ll understand. You watch as we again fall apart at his feet, helpless, like usual. There are some things in the world that are not peaceful at all and strikingly so when you need it the most. Get your own dirt.

This is just a part of the story.

October 3, 2010 § Leave a comment

Sitting in a forest of okra plants, some of us are in Delaware. The rest of us are in Detroit; where we are it always rains. Colouring over the memories we made ’cause I’d like to forget and none of it touches you. We think about the way things were and wish we could go back to those days, the way they made us feel alive. Now, they’re empty and sad. We don’t do what we do for what people will say about it; we do it just because it’s just what we do. We keep things pretty mellow around here in our city wide searches for giant rubber bands. I look up and I see tea with shines in it because I didn’t know what to do with the head, I drew another one. We were all sinking, we cling to each other in hopes we won’t drown. You’re too far away; nothing can touch you, but we still haven’t given up hope.

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