Wednesday, January 30, 2002

for whisper

it's okay. i tried it on but it didn't seem to fit. (suicide)

Wednesday, January 16, 2002

sometimes i astound myself

walking towards me, you turned
and faced the skyline.
i cannot comprehend
the stars bending to meet me,
scraping themselves low, yet
in the darkness creeping before me,
i noticed your hair,
gleaming bright.
it struck the moonlight
and send shards
scattering into my heart.

Tuesday, January 8, 2002


i want you to.
nothing could be sweeter than
your face on the ground,
your blood on my shoes,
splattered upon my face
and running from my nails.
hate is not word enough
to hold this rage.
i can spill it out
in simple phrases
filled with malice and scorn:
listen carefully.

Tuesday, January 1, 2002

she asks me not to*

someone make me laugh,
quiver with suppressed hilarity.
i spend too much time
staring at a blade
and my impenetrable skin.

*actually made its way into my B.A. thesis. and a piece of artwork. i don't know why i like this one so much, there isn't much of a rational reason; more like memory association.