Friday, May 28, 2010

letterhead #1

dear c,
sorry they say what they say
even if you don't hear it and i deny it.
it would hurt you if you knew.
don't worry, they lie
he loves you.
i know he does.

with love,

p.s. i really do want to be friends.

Sunday, May 23, 2010

When I read your words.

As a writer,
Like a butterfly, you
gracefully dance through life
capturing its essence in a few
Twisting and turning you allow
the generic to become unique
the lonely to become breath taking
words to become worlds,
You measure time with a piece of paper
in your mind
instants are continuous,
seconds minutes hours blend
they can be lived and relived
emotions running wild
thoughts in overdrive
you're a maker of magic
because you stop time.
and hold it in the palm of your hand.

As a moth
i look on
aware of our differences
accepting that beauty takes many forms.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010



Sometimes I sit and wonder
am I growing into
or growing out of myself.
It seems
the more I try to reconnect
with who I was
the further away she is.

Friday, May 14, 2010

What are you afraid of?

It's so easy to lie to that question. But I don't like lying, so instead I avoid. "Oh, you know...stuff. *Followed by a conspicuous change of subject* "  Yeah, not one of my more brilliant moments but the point remains the same, it's a difficult question to ask yourself, let alone answer.

I think it's difficult because it requires understanding and accepting yourself, no matter how fragile you are. And that means acknowledging your weaknesses.
So here's your answer. Even if it's too little, too late. Even if it probably not all of my fears, because I'm not completely aware of them.

It may only be the truth but it's all I have.. So I hope that means something.
I'm afraid of injections because I don't like being forced into things.
I'm afraid of death because I don't know what it is.
I'm afraid of not embracing life because I don't want to waste a moment.
I'm afraid of letting my guard down because when you care you get hurt.
I'm afraid of being totally honest because when you leave yourself so exposed who knows what you'll think.
I'm afraid of love because it can't be controlled.