Empty Spaces and Ellipses

June 1, 2012 § Leave a comment

I wanted to be yours.

You did make me happy.

You made me feel so alive.


Planes of existence.



February 10, 2012 § Leave a comment

Lost in the Thought

January 10, 2012 § Leave a comment

You’d think I would’ve thought to plan for this.

(Then I think, is this something that can be planned for)

The door was shut and you opened it.

(That door doesn’t have a lock)

The words in my head can’t make it to my mouth.

(You shuffled them)

If you could have any memory, any at all, what would it be?

(Mine would be longer time with you)


Take This Wrong, Make It Right

November 27, 2011 § Leave a comment

Feathers in the winds, who knows if we do it right, even with directions.

So many people, so many shades of grey; know what you believe and find your contrast. 


The Story So Far

November 17, 2011 § Leave a comment

The story so far is that

You made me feel beautiful

and want to be lovely. 

The story so far is that I miss you.

Your mind.

Your music.

Your grin.

Your place.

The story so far is that I miss you.


They Accuse Me of Not Talking

September 16, 2011 § Leave a comment

by Hayden Caruth

North people known for silence. Long

dark of winter. Norrland families go
months without talking, Eskimos also,
except bursts of sporadic eerie song.
South people different. Right and wrong
all crystal there and they squabble, no
fears, though they praise north silence. “Ho,”
they say, “look at them deep thinkers, them strong
philosophical types, men of peace.” 
                                                                   But take
notice please of what happens. Winter on the brain.
You’re literate, so words are what you feel.
Then you’re struck dumb. To which love can you speak
the words that mean dying and going insane
and the relentless futility of the real?

via Writer’s Almanac



Elelphant Loves~

July 16, 2011 § Leave a comment

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