Wednesday, March 31, 2010

if you knew,
you would never have gone.

but you didn't know.

you lived.

Sunday, March 28, 2010

and there we stood
and heard the thunder
of cities turning to dust.

but this place was left.

we had become the world.
guilty, but free.

Wednesday, March 24, 2010

"i think i figured out what's been bothering me."

"...oh?" her eyes still glazed from the TV.

"whenever i take up your time,
you kick me out of your life."


"i thought you might want to know,
before i leave."


"did you know already?"



"wait, what should i already know?"


Sunday, March 21, 2010

the hard part isn't missing you.
that's easy

the hard part is knowing
that you left without saying goodbye

and when you took off
you brought enough fuel to last the night

packed food and water,
enough to sustain you 'til you adapted

but you never once thought about home,
about us,
about me.

so i guess the hardest part then,
is knowing that i had my chance the whole time,
and never took it.

Friday, March 12, 2010

next in line

and if you took a closer look
you would see
that we are not dead

we speak
as a testament
to the blood

of your brothers, sisters, cousins,
mothers, fathers, friends, and co-workers,
that fought for your right
to continue the tradition
of suffering.

Wednesday, March 3, 2010

you call it a mental disorder.
i call it everything that i'm glad to be.