Thursday, July 20, 2017


There is a boy who is trapped in an elevator. It is upheld merely by a wire which is slowly, but surely, thinned by gravity with each passing moment.

Through the broken doors, which are slightly ajar, the boy can see that the elevator is suspended in a dark abyss. He knows he is at a height so great, that impending death is certain. It is only a question of when the wire will break.

The boy lives therefore in fear of even the slightest movements. But he manages to dance, regardless. And his dance is quite beautiful. So fearful are his eyes and yet so confident his movements.

He dances and dances; sometimes he forgets that there is anything to be afraid of at all.

But of course, it is in those moments of weakness that he suddenly feels a jolt and a tilt as the wire taunts him mere millimeters (or sometimes quite a bit more) closer to his demise.

It hasn't happened yet...but I know someday when that wire releases him from suspension, the boy will leap from the elevator. This will not save him, of course, but he will do it anyway. To fall at his own will, and to die outside of the box which has trapped him his entire life.

Free at last. If only for a moment.

Saturday, June 3, 2017

In the Twilight

As I lay here with my head on your chest, I feel myself start to cry as your mortality beats its beautiful rhythm into my ears.

Tuesday, April 18, 2017

Note to self:

You are whole.
Right here.
Right now.

You are not complete.
You have missing parts.
You have features to add.
You have pieces to shed.
But you are whole.

Thursday, April 6, 2017

The Only Reason This Isn't A Poem Is Because Poems Are Beautiful, And This Is Just Truth

There aren't many things that can be fixed once they are broken.

Sometimes enough time passes...
Or the right words are said...
Or a grand gesture is made...
And we're willing to say,
"Look at that: good as new"
But it's simply a facade.
We know it never can be.

My obsession with blankness, freshness, emptiness...
Is not about the potential it holds,
But how cruel you can be to something new.

The reason I'm fascinated by how things can tarnish,
Is because it's so much easier to destroy than to build.

One mistake.
One error.
One slip-up.
One misstep.
There are so many words for the things we can do wrong.

But to build?
You must be conscientious;

Why else take pride in the passage of time?

Be weary of
The marks you make;
The scars you leave;
The people you change...

Damage is permanent.
But we are only human.

Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Thoughts from the Waiting Room

Everyone thinks I need more positive-attitude influences in my life. But really I think I need more cynics.

Being cynical is my nature. Being around other cynical people doesn't perpetuate my cynicism. It just helps me feel normal.