The Last Time I Wrote for You

I am writing this for you.

As I write to everyone’s hopes and dreams to let you know

that all you have to do is believe in it.

that while you may not notice life passing you by,

sometimes it leaves us with a sign that’s so hard to ignore

And while not everyone may understand the complexity of this moment,

know that the universe is desperately trying to move you out of that one space,

that one spot in our lives that’s either tearing us apart or moving us to tears.

This “thing of beauty” will soon be dead.

Consider this the last time that I wrote for you…“

Things that Crawl
The bones of those who died before you They’re scattered all around me They form a ray of black light Dark and soggy, twisted, muddied, round Why did you let go

Channeling Di Caprio
I sat down for a while. I looked around and suddenly had that awful sinking feeling. I probably shouldn’t use sinking as an adjective- when I’m on a boat- in the middle of the ocean.

The Shadow of This Wall
This world is a haven for the desperate and confused and I am at its center, spinning with renewed focus and determination. Cause even if I try to decipher everything happening around me, words will f...

Phantom Limb
If you stay and take away this pain, I’ll let you be the glare inside the corner of my eyes. But if you go you’ll be the tiny bits of marrow splattered on my bones…