what I was supposed to tell her yesterday

the nights triedto cover up the absenceof her muted breathswith all the hummingand thrummingand...

Sat, 27 Apr 2013 05:07:37 +1200

the nights tried
to cover up the absence
of her muted breaths
with all the humming
and thrumming
and beating
of all the things
which remind me of her.

What did I have? I, a collector of sorts,of memories and nightmares and dreams, I, a dreamer...

Tue, 23 Oct 2012 12:38:02 +1200

What did I have?
I, a collector of sorts,
of memories and nightmares and dreams,
I, a dreamer of crisp mornings,
my arms around her waist,
her cheek against my chest,
every sigh, warmth floating
from her lips, urging on
my lazy heart,
on and on from its selfish
wish to just die in her arms,
fearing, believing that every heart-
beat away was a lie, smudging
the pristine silence of that
which once was.
that which I once had but let go,
crisp and crumbling, floating away
unanchored.

balled up words still unwrittenreluctant to part from these fingertips,tears of clouds unyielding...

Mon, 22 Oct 2012 23:02:00 +1200

balled up words still unwritten
reluctant to part from these fingertips,
tears of clouds unyielding and gray,
too stubborn to move on.
too stubborn to

fall.

goodbye, I saidin rustling whispersrepeated, echoing goodbyegood bye good ...

Sat, 20 Oct 2012 13:53:16 +1200

goodbye, I said
in rustling whispers
repeated, echoing
goodbye
good bye
good bye
sidewalks and stop
lights,
good bye, I promised
her smile through
windows dusted
by winding roads and
good byes,

cycles

Sun, 07 Oct 2012 21:31:04 +1200

I guess it is possible that I was never lost, that I was never alone to begin with, that all I had to do to reach her clumsy hands was to simply just reach out and hold her clumsy hands, shake off the hands that were already holding on to her, break the fingers already entwined with hers, to simply reach out and tear her away from the hearts of those who had loved her even before I looked into those infinitely dark brown eyes, those who had been kissing her broken lips even before I glimpsed her shy smiles, away from those who had broken her heart even before she broke mine.

under my fingers,her damp skinmelting into memories;nights lost kissingbreathing inthe things we...

Thu, 27 Sep 2012 02:41:00 +1200

under my fingers,

her damp skin
melting into memories;
nights lost kissing

breathing in
the things we broke
and can never fix,

breathing out
the promises we can
no longer hold,

her warm skin
under my fingers, lips,
cigarettes shared

unlit. breathing
in and out; stealing love
from ice cream

and kisses.

And the night drowned in a thousand whispers breathed, and it felt good to watch the last of its...

Mon, 27 Aug 2012 00:47:49 +1200

And the night drowned in a thousand whispers breathed, and it felt good to watch the last of its slivers scatter in the silence of the inevitable dawn, burning pale blue, ripping through the spaces in between the stars, the last pulses of darkness fading into a thousand droplets clinging to frosted glass, cowering in the undersides of green, to watch its shroud shatter just as it had once watched my heart break into many a thousand words.

I will wait, love.

Tue, 21 Aug 2012 18:18:00 +1200

The stills have rushed by in a gray and red blur. Sheets and sheets of letters folded, rolled, singed, crumpled by frustrated fists trying to word out things that I no longer feel, things that she made me forget. And it feels good, feeling the rough creases balled up in my palm, distorted lines and lyrics missing their somber tunes, knowing that melancholy is something I won’t be writing of for a while.

back in this bubble where no o ne can hurt me, no o...

Tue, 21 Aug 2012 15:54:09 +1200

back
in this
bubble
where
no o ne
can
hurt me,
no o ne
can
t o uch me.
in this
prism
o f a pris o n,
fragile
walls
and
dripping
sm o ke,
waiting
for y o ur
c o ld
hands
to pull
me o ut.
waiting
f o r
n o o ne
but
y o u.

the persistently ill at ease

Tue, 21 Aug 2012 00:11:28 +1200

i have always had that,
that frustrating neediness,
the certain clingy quality
of the hopelessly insecure,

watching seconds fall
and minutes crawl,
fingering worn down keys,
tapping, never at ease,
fearing the call I never made,

the sudden emptiness
believing nothing
had to be explained,
fearing that you’d walk by
and never look back.

Drunkon cloudsand breath mintswatching embers redfalling snowflakesdriftingyou.

Sun, 19 Aug 2012 20:58:14 +1200

Drunk
on clouds
and breath mints
watching embers red
falling snowflakes
drifting
you.

swings

Tue, 14 Aug 2012 00:59:00 +1200

she loves flying
while i love falling.
she need not say anything
while words are all i have.
she wants sunlit hugs
and i want midnight kisses.
she loves me
and all I love is her.

You’ve got your cuts,and i have my burns. Maybe you’re strong,might be i’m...

Sun, 12 Aug 2012 16:53:00 +1200

You’ve got your cuts,
and i have my burns.

Maybe you’re strong,
might be i’m scared.

maybe you’re right,
I’m sorry i’m wrong.

save the empty

Sun, 12 Aug 2012 10:19:00 +1200

oh no
oh no
oh no
don’t do this,
don’t close the doors
too fast.
i love her,
and that’s what i want.
i want her,
and she’s all that i love.
do not kill it
too quick.
do not bury it
too soon.
let me lie.
let me talk to her
and smile.
don’t make me forget,
not again, please.
don’t let me wake up
empty, never again.
let me be happy.
let me get hurt.
not too soon,
not so soon.
not so soon.

A life spent making her smile, laughter in between pages, kisses in the corners of matchboxes, paper...

Fri, 10 Aug 2012 04:44:58 +1200

A life spent making her smile,
laughter in between pages,
kisses in the corners of matchboxes,
paper boats racing on the rain’s fingers,
ice cream stains on her skin.
All these little memories
folded into all these little things.
For she is my happiness,
the first drop of sunshine
on my parched eyes.

drizzle, drizzlelove’s not the rainfalling in sheetsor in whispers,pulses or bursts,it either...

Wed, 08 Aug 2012 01:56:58 +1200

drizzle, drizzle
love’s not the rain
falling in sheets
or in whispers,
pulses or bursts,
it either falls
or it does not,
tell me, love,
does it stop
or does it flow?

Photo

Sun, 05 Aug 2012 20:28:19 +1200

Don’t lose this night,like you lost all those other nights brooding inebriated,...

Sat, 04 Aug 2012 01:08:19 +1200

Don’t lose this night,
like you lost all those other nights
brooding inebriated, fucking without kissing,
smoking stick after stick, pack after pack,
absently tracing names in cold ash,
don’t lose this night like all those before
when you couldn’t say “I love you”.

biting into my skin,this seething envywatching peopledo things I cannot do,say things I can’t...

Sat, 04 Aug 2012 01:00:05 +1200

biting into my skin,
this seething envy
watching people
do things I cannot do,
say things I can’t say
just because
they mean much
more to me.

the lazy ball of yellow

Thu, 02 Aug 2012 16:06:12 +1200

crawled up the sky
and gave up halfway,
muttering in its stupor
of working late nights
and hangovers,

fragments crawling
between the shutters,
spilling onto sheets
whispering of late nights
and fleeting kisses;

pale fingers seeping
into the spaces between
my lips and her skin,
into the hungover quiet
of hushed love.