Sing me to slumber with lullabies of love and lust.

I can hold your heart for a lifetime, but who am I to deserve unconditional care and admiration?

You do not belong to me, but I am happy to borrow your soul, just for a little while.

We'll consider it a lease.

Where do I sign?

to see me now

is vision skewed

we work front to back

in hindsight’s 20/20

I’ll stand in clarity

with you

as will this

“motions about”

for now

lets drink it in

reflection is a lie

incomplete

in this moment

I don't make the rules

or like these rules

I am here now

so I am blinded

as are you

Seek Balance.

Don’t let the things around you, 

take away from what's inside you.

Be Present.

Don't let what's inside you, 

be bigger than what's around you.

Seek Awareness.

Don't let your past, 

take your joy from today.

Be Present.

Don't let what you don't understand,

be what you don't believe.

Seek Truth.

i crave moments

between the spaces

of boy meets girl,

the possibility that boy

makes a better door

than window

standing between girl

and her high-heeled

true love

i crave moments

between the spaces

of girl meets boy,

the possibility that girl

makes a better friend

than lover

routing for boy

and his modern-day

valiant prince

i crave moments

between the spaces

of boy meets girl,

the possibility that love

is love, and more

than just a punchline.

Technology

Data

Tracking

Privacy, an illusion to keep secrets,

But not yours.

I found myself lying on the living room floor. My legs are paralyzed. Counting triangles and squares. Manifested in his lies. Anxiety the doctor once told me. Fuck it. Cigarette burns on quivering arms. Acceptance. The heaviest burden to carry. It's okay. I accept it. I'm not weak. Am I?

And so, I found myself. Stagnant. I am the past. Caffeine tremors and bulimic accusations. I was never aware of the consequences. The illusions of his loving limb. I'm swirling in and out. Above myself. Beneath the burden of his greedy breath. A cold grip of dissociation. Crumbling under his soft lie. I'm numb. Succumbed to waves of my porcelain heart.

"You are so beautiful. This is love. Do you feel how good it is to stroke? Touch. Sense?"

I fall asleep. Trembling in foetal position. I was a child. I am a child!

For him...

Nothing more than illegal satisfaction 

at a level too high 

for my brain to understand...

Slush on the sands

A nip in the air

Wave shifting waters

Breath can be seen

Weary traveler find hope

You made it this far

Home is just another hike

All I want for Christmas

is more strokes of your breath

against my face as you touch

my life and leave indented mark.

I need to unclench my fists

and hold you close – a broken

winged bird but intact heart.

Let me barricade the whispers

of dark night when your race

is ended as I shed damp tears

of yesterday wanting you

to beat the odds and climb

the highest mountain,

borrowing the shades of life,

straightening limp blades of grass.

When the hidden shadows sigh

a soft release, let me murmur

reluctant acceptance of loss

as soul filters into the night

streaming away from me as

you remain forever in my essence

Give me the strength to endure

the somber silence and allow you

to breathe deeply of the sea,

to be free and fill your lungs,

memories diving beneath surface

but floating above and close to me.

All I really want is to share

another Christmas with you.