Thursday, July 1, 2010

mechanical girl

drill another hole,
she doesn't feel a
created from cans
and plastic.
nothing real can
live around you,
breathing death...
drill another hole,
she's yours to
brain fashioned from
radio wire,
she'll sing through
aluminum lips.

Saturday, May 15, 2010

the cafe

it was a moment...
blood dripped from
his finger
into my coffee,
a crimson swirl.
i drank it,
he walked away.

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

creepy, beautiful

eyes wide,
stare blank,
lips full,
plum taste,
arms lean,
wrap tight,
legs strong,
don't fight,
taken in,
bled dry,
walk away,
won't cry.

Saturday, March 7, 2009


cast a spell,
no more they
you're reaping
all you've
what if,
they ask,
complete the
dig deep, down
into bone.
repair the wound,
it can be done,
a scar that begs
a visit.
twist the twine,
it's over now,
you ask yourself
or is it?

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Sanity Optional

six p.m. ,
knock on the door,
Panic answers,
Depression's whore.
"Please, come in",
her smile is a twist,
Insanity's there,
he's clenching
his fist.
Anxiety grabs,
pins to the rug,
when Panic swoops
in, "Where is your
drug?" Her voice
chalkboard screeching,
Depression starts
reaching, around to
the back of the mind
he starts leeching,
all that you are
or ever will be
pours out in a
puddle of drool at
their feet.
one thing you'll
realize as you
descend, you had
the option not to
go in.

Monday, November 24, 2008

The Death of Emily

she turned her face
toward the wall,
death sat upon her
a cold hand on her
pale lips pressed to
her head,
a silver ring he
her slender finger
their breathing
her life on earth
absorbed into the
her voice she left
inked on scraps of
still echoing through

Good Charlotte

good Charlotte,
read to me tonight,
beside the glow of
sit with me and
cause me dreams
of places not been
nor ever seen.
lay beside me and
hold me there,
with a web of words
a villains stare.
the cold night wind
is like a drug, a
blanket that i cannot
shrug, tightens as
i'm lulled to sleep,
candy is all mine
to keep.
until i hear your
soft voice cry
the end of story,
to bed i fly,
through hazy eyes
unconscious look,
i barely see you
close the book
and lean toward
the candle flame,
a silent breath,
you whisper my
i don't recall the
creaking door or
worn heels on the
wooden floor,
you led me to the
i will return by
break of day.