Monday, December 10, 2012

there is no ending

I don't know if I'll ever come back to this
I'm going to try something else.
Here is a place for my complete thoughts,
to help me feel safe.

Monday, March 12, 2012

Letter To A Concerned Follower

Dear ______,
Feeling bad is fine,
but why this guilt?
I've been this close to death,
I've been closer,
but then why this guilt?

And tell me,
where did this shame come from?
Did it grow from a seed
like a tree
or like hemlock?
Was it buried in the earth
like coal
or like a diamond?

Or did it come from me?

Sometimes I write these things to see who's still following
but I always seem to find myself alone
or in the presence of ghosts.


Tuesday, February 21, 2012

Copied from immaterial;
"Am I an artist yet?
Am I a genius?
Please tell me when it’s time
I’m waiting for one of you to treat me like some sort of child
When will you see me for what I am?
When will you recognize me for my greatness?"

I boldly love myself so well,
clearly a satire, but still plainly truthful
something fired right in my head,
something painfully truthful because I still deserve something.
Will you coddle me like the child I am?
or will you leave me like the man I pretend to be?
Can you really leave me be in forest full of beasts?
really, can you?

Monday, January 2, 2012


I don't want to scare you
skittish little animal but
I myself am scared for you.
I'm scared for myself.
If I let myself love you then I know
what will happen when you leave,
but what will happen to you?

If I hurt myself I can live,
but if I hurt you I don't think
I can.

The thing I'm going to miss the most
is your smell.

Come the 15'th
things are going to be rough.