{2 A.M.}

Tonight I’d rather be in someone’s arms
I’d prefer to be in love, then out of hope
ten minutes to two and I still can’t sleep
the twin against the wall seems so big
when it’s just me in it, a room filled with
photographs of memories I’m wishing I
had some new ones to fill the empty spots
on my wall. six minutes to two and I’m
no less needy just a little bit more sleepy.

{Physic}

and these visions come much like a prophecy
I sat on the floor and said just how everything will be
yet something’s I just shouldn’t have to see
but I can’t help that I’m so damn whimsy

{Unanswered Ambiguity}

I ask ‘where are the eyes
that hold the beauty
and optimistic hope I long for?’
empty silence is my answer.

continuing I say ‘all I see are the
eyes infused with hurt and confusion
covered by cheap, oversized and
much too dark sunglasses.

And if seldom I find the eyes
I do desperately seek what is
it I will do? Will I grasp a glimpse of
what optimistic eyes see, or reveal the hurt?’

Malignant uncertainly invokes the
room. I am the cause of constant
questioning of ones self once
again, but I still fill the space with words.

‘Say I see the world just as it
should be, will I be able to return to
the indignant hallucination I’ve
become so numb to?’

The silence becomes holy and
mercifully comfortable. My consistent
inquiring may have ameliorated some, yet I am
still pondering my unanswered ambiguity.

{Cure For an Insomniac}

He lives in notes and verses
while I hide in awkward stanzas
of made up suicides.

He’s out of reach
yet I can’t find a remedy
for my need to look into his eyes.

He has is ticket out of here is in his hand
but I wish it’s my hand
in-between his fingers.

The stars in the sky remind me of him
beautiful, but so far awayI fall asleep to your recorded lullabies.

{Fasten Seat Belt While Seated}

I hate to admit that I simply do not know all the answers,
because I fancy myself wonder woman,
but as I sat there in solitude
I let my tears do the searching.

And as I gazed upon the sea before me
I though myself to be the same:
rising up only to come
crashing down.
Repeat.

Then as I slept with my eyes open
I felt the wind raise me up and
sweep me away
I weightlessly hovered over the sea.
Over me.

I was standing on air-
insubstantial to the passerby.
Finally I was free.

Just as quick as I had risen,
I started my decline from the clouds.
Once again I was gazing at the sea.
Gazing at me.

I’m not sure if I found what
I was after
but the tears subsided and the sun
had freed the sorrow I carried
upon my shoulders.

I watch the sunset over the sea.
Over me.
I let the last bit of natural light heal me
from the pain I could not shake.

The breeze wiped and whorled
and carried me home
to safety- of that I’m not sure



buckle up, it’s going to be a bumpy ride.

{Paradise Isle}

black ocean
I will spill my guts for you
I will give you my insides
you & only you
take my heart & stomach too

mountain in the close distance
I will wear you away
I will break you down
you & only you
face my fears & wishes too