My head floats away,

Where even the silence walks.

That cold plum falls,

Deep into night’s mouth

Only you, it whispers,

And my open eyes..well,

They see nothing

At all.

The Watery Line

Where is the line,
The line that blurs the day.
My mind breaks today
And my tomorrow is already home.
Where I’ll be yesterday,
An ocean that can’t be cut.
She sees it in the koi pond,
Smelling the fishy odor and knowing
That sometimes ending at the finish line
Is to start again.

The Unperson

My breath swings like a ghostly door

Slamming shut to stop the fear

A wave that stays on shore

Because it knows the storm


The moon opens in my eyes

And I empty in the night

I tried to save the truth from lies

But it’s silent in the light


This pulseless silence falls inside the earth.

But I’m not there

I’m a roman fountain; masterfully spilt

Twisted by unyielding bodies.

I’m nauseous from the tilt


The finch keeps me awake

I’m not the girl reading the book anymore

I see the wind moan outside my window

And I think to myself

I could make it silent if I wanted to

But I think I’ll breathe instead and wait for rain.

Rain that cleans the dirt and wets snails

That die within a hollow of the birch. Image

I’m doing my life for me.

         I’ve decided I’m going to do life for me.  I’m going to congratulate myself for doing life.  I’m going to be selfish, kind, mean, lovely, sad, and I’m going to fuck up, but I deserve that extra brownie.  I deserve to drink another chunk-free smoothie at Robeks because life is hard, and I’m doing it.  I deserve to feel serenity and joy, even when others don’t approve of me or if I make a mistake.  

         I’m going to go to school and become more independent and be free, I’m just going to get it done my way in whatever way I am at the time.  If I really can’t do it now, I’ll do it after.  There’s no limit on the emotions of future nows, but I’ll do it after it ends or lessens enough. I’m going to live my own way, and feel my way through.  Sometimes I’ll walk barefoot in gravel, that’s ok, I’ll just sit down in between steps or crawls.  Sometimes I’ll run.

Nothing in this life is infinite, I have to remember. I’m just a brain and veins and cells and toes and oxygen.  I’m natural and I’m just one in six billion and I’m trivial but I’m so happy for that.  

The Stars Are Waiting

I’m too cold and it’s just good enough.

Do stars feel cold?

I’ve heard I am their dust

Do they decide to silver buttons

Or hide behind the cloak,

Whose fabric unravels from all the ways

The universe moves.

Some day decisions will decide for me,

Even if it’s yesterday.

But for this moment, and that is all

That will always breathe here,

I will rock under this weight so swiftly

That I leap over and

Fly far from this definite floor.

Time flies too.

Just not fast enough,