Thursday, July 31, 2014


There is stardust and 
void inside of me, 
swirling atoms 
drifting and 
gliding and 
just barely grazing one another
in the suspension found in
a nebula of 

they whisper, 
collapse into yourself 
and let everything collide, 
become beautifully orchestrated 
chaos that resonates 
the song of the universe. 

This isn't the ending of 
a nebula, 
but the beginning of
a galaxy.

Tuesday, July 29, 2014


There are so 
many ghosts of
words and secrets,
leaded and heavy 
in my veins, 
and I am so afraid 
(yet paradoxically hopeful) 
that you'll feel them pulsing 
softly within the 
crook of my neck, 
or hear their whispers 
entwined with
the murmurs of heartbeats.

Saturday, July 26, 2014

Dusty Thoughts

Give me a moment 
to recollect my thoughts, 
to dust them off 
and put them back into my 
weary head
My mind has been
a minefield of
 and I've been
looking for a way to
keep myself intact
So won't you keep
me company
until the dust settles?

Wednesday, July 23, 2014


I don't know 
the nature of this 
all I can understand 
is within its intangibility;
half-formed thoughts
in front of clouded eyes
crescent moons impressed 
into my palm 

matches in my throat 
threatening to alight;

trying to grab the 
fog only lets 
it dissipate between my 
and I am left 

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Broken Telephone

Somewhere along the way 
the telephone lines
had been cut,
leaving me ungrounded
and full of static
through my bones;

I am lost
not in the
sounds of communication
of muttering
and whispering
but in the disconcerting

and myself 
suspended in
the skyline
of disconnection.

Thursday, July 10, 2014

Paper Stars

They say that 
1000 paper stars 
will grant a wish, 
and even though I don't have one
in mind,
I'm giving it a try,
sitting under the 
glow of the lamp
  folding and 
folding and 
And as I watch 
the stars multiply under 
my fingertips,
overfilling bottles 
and jars, 
I realize the magnitude 
of the innate desire
that I haven't yet realized
is larger than
I imagined,
and perhaps when I finish
I'll understand what
these stars are for.

Thursday, July 3, 2014

Like Music

You and I 
are two parts 
of a song,
with different
Separately we exist
simply and pleasantly,
together we live
a melody of
Yet sometimes the dissonance 
between our notes
becomes too much, 
clashing to the point 
of breaking chaos;
yet somehow
we always drift back to
sweet harmony,
and our song
continues on.