Sunday, November 29, 2009

a "broken composer"


we haven't spoken
in what seems like forever
so now i'm left broken:
a broken composer.
an empty mind,
an empty soul,
no progress on paper
nor in my whole.
fix me, or break me,
i'm tired of being stuck
in this limbo of feeling
nothing at all.

lets write a story...


just like glass


hmm i wish my hair was black.

Friday, November 27, 2009

owch.


tell me where it hurts,
i'll help it to bleed.
tell me when you're sleeping
and i'll startle you awake.
tell me when i've gone too far
and i'll jump right off the edge.

Wednesday, November 25, 2009

i miss you.

without you i'm so lonely
i'm tearing at my own skin
i'll wait for you forever
if i don't go insane.



without you i'm so lonely
the world seems crumbling in
the sky must be falling
for this tragic state i'm in.

without you i'm so lonely,
i'd run to you if i could.

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

dazzle me


in the form of my mother's first barbie doll,
this dress is my childhood.
this dress was her love,
and so this dress was mine.
Maybe a tad flashy,
but worth it, nonetheless.

Monday, November 23, 2009

dawn of the dead


old, forgotten
not exactly broken
but no longer desired
left behind
to rot.

Saturday, November 21, 2009

"the balloon tree"


filled my life with fairytales
where balloons could win over evil
and childhood was endless:
endless days of happiness,
endless amounts of friends,
enless possibilities,
and endless amouts of balloons.
the future was not to be seen,
in a land far, far away,
a story book life
filled with ballgowns and princes
and enough balloons to share.
now i only have one balloon left,
and i already gave it to you.

its so bright.


think, think.
i have an idea!
my light in my dark,
where shadows can't reach.
i love you.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

its not what it looks like

its not what it looks like, i swear
utterly harmless, nothing to worry of.
oh, a monster?
well then yes, you'd be correct.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

heart in my throat




shut up brain

shut up heart


no one wants to hear what you have to say
stop thinking, stop breathing
you're not allowed to feel this way.


don't jump like that
don't thump like that


close your eyes
pretend its not real
shut your eyes tight

"restraint is key",
but i don't need salvation


only the smile upon my lips.


Tuesday, November 17, 2009

the mad hatter.

mad as rabbits,
crazy as squirrels
.

stream of consciousness

Lonely. Alone Between people left alone what she wanted no more rush no more time or lack thereof Alone hat on head red natural red fake red Eyes twitch pen writes blue ink blue eyes No more tears No more blue-eyed tears Twitch Falls in her face red hair covers lips red happy satisfied alone Tongue sticks out false rudeness a friendly gesture expresses her Smile alone “Just let me be” alone but not lonely never again lonely no more no more I am here just here now not when you needed me but now still Alone “please god no!” No more lonely please please please not again please no more. Lonely.

Monday, November 16, 2009

wonderland

take me to wonderland,
it'll be worth every second.

photograph by aaron caven

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

kiss me goodnight


to kiss me goodnight is to kiss me goodmorning,
because you my dear, are my sun.

Monday, November 9, 2009

who is this?


photograph by aaron caven




a monster,
a reflection
of a girl i once knew.
shattered,
crumpled
pieces of who i used to be.

Saturday, November 7, 2009

windblown


toss my hair
into the air.
lets get lost
in a forest of thoughts.

"whisper me- all your secrets"


Just your shadows touch
Makes me feel alive
Reset your eyes
Erase your mind
Whisper me
All your secrets
Let's run into the pourin' rain
To feel that we're alive again
-th

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

the frame of all looking glasses

"there's no lifeguard in the gene pool."

probably the best interpretation of through the looking glass yet so far in all my months and years of dedication to finding the perfect one.

maybe this is it.

well done.

Sunday, November 1, 2009

glass box.


trapped within a solid glass box

suffocating slowly.

dearest pandora,

open the lid,

free me

fearlessly.


i'm not so bad, i promise.
just open it.