never mine.

you slipped right off. like somehow you were never mine. like somehow you never belonged to me. like somehow you were borrowed.

you fell back bleeding. but you were already gone. and we were no longer connected. but you still bled.

i felt no pain. but it felt, awkward. it was hard to explain. you became a phantom pain.

you slipped right off. like somehow you were never mine. like somehow you never belonged to me. like somehow you were borrowed.

like somehow you were never mine. 

stream of consciousness.

"Will they stay with you forever?" She asked to no one in particular.

"Yes, yes they will."

The voice surprised her.  She couldn't tell if it was because it was so loud or because it was hers.

On being a contradiction

To be a woman's 

to be a contradiction. 

Woman: hard and soft. 

On the hardest

Sometimes true friendship

is letting go. The hardest

love you'll ever know. 

On being comfortable*

The secret to love

is being comfortable

farting togther.

*collaboration

On your heart

Love's a universe -

for just when you think your heart 

will break, you expand.

On poems you'll never know

Every person is 

a poem you'll never know

until you listen.

On more than you

Trust yourself, and trust

your heart.  It knows more than you

give it credit for. 

mercy springs road.

i think of you as the minutes pass
on the roads past
Mercy Springs Road.

i see it now, the posterior view
in a mountains hue,
Mercy Springs Road.

in the days after the start
i knew you'd always have my heart,
Mercy Springs Road.

and though the roads seem to wind me
around your memory to kindly lie to me.
Everytime,
i'd still drive
Mercy Spring Road.

On pebbles polished

So we turn, jagged

to smooth, like pebbles polished

by sandpaper time.

unknown.

She

The silence was oppressive. So was the expanse. If she unfocused long enough the prosaic, unremarkable yellows and browns of dry brush and fallow fields weaved themselves into something almost beautiful.  The only thing this magnitude of desolation serviced was her insignificance.  She really wanted a cigarette.  

He

There she was again.  She always seemed on the periphery of his thoughts and just before he could think her away, there she was.  Walking into the framed landscape beyond his classroom window.  Framed by freedom, she wandered.  He wanted to know where her mind went.