if I say

"my heart is sore,"
it sounds like a cheap metaphor
(so I won't repeat it—)

Trade Yourself In

I don't think they know
that's my heart exposed. . .

the shallows

"The better we get at multitasking, the worse we are at thinking deeply."

Hold On

she had a habit of killing herself,
i had a habit of dying.

i think she gave me something to live for,
i guess i helped to pass her time.

Remembering Sunday

i'll be blunt:
now the rain is just

washing you
out of my hair

(and out of my mind)

Calling you to see

if you're   sleeping,
are  you dreaming;
if you're dreaming,
are  you dreaming of me?

I Have News For You

There are people who do not see a broken playground swing
as a symbol of ruined childhood


and there are people who don't interpret the behavior
of a fly in a motel room as a mocking representation of their thought process.

I'm Doing Everything For You

Bless your heart, you've made me happy again;
it's been so LONG and I'm  sick  of pretending.

Trapt

am I made of glass?
you see right through me

Anybody Can Write a Poem

I am arguing with an idiot online.
He says anybody can write a poem.
I say some people are afraid to speak.
I say some people are ashamed to speak.