a whole lotta dis-

Disconnected
Part stupendous
That's invisible
Can't be seen


Disenthralled
Forgot it all
Wishing it all
Might forget me


Disenchanted
With this life
With this world
All this pain


Disunited
From myself
From your love
Quite a strain


Discontinued
With a blue moon
Beneath the sun
I pray for rain


Disconcerted
Without hope
Without dreams
Barely afloat


Disconnected
Feeling low
Flying high
Time to go.


this was a cigarette poem. cigarettes take about 7 minutes, and i wrote a 7-stanza poem during one such event. not on purpose, it just worked out that way.

head to toe.

we shiver
head to toe
drunken smiles
noses reddening
cheeks begin to blush
open wide, let the wine slide
down our throats
into our bellies

i shudder
head to toe
stumble slightly
kiss me lightly
catch me by the waist
open eyes, let me be wise
in my heart
& in my mind.


you shake
head to toe
teeth chatter
goosebumps raise
i can try to heat you up
close your arms, turn on your charms
"i'll be yours
if you'll be mine"

so we share
skin to skin
secret smiling
voice beguiling
feeling tricked, i let you in
open eyes, realize disguise
i am yours
but you're not mine.


you shed
head to toe
sheep's clothing
flash a wolfish grin
you hid it all too well
open wide, spill out the lies
feel no guilt
& no surprise

i shatter
head to toe
didn't expect it
thought you meant it
guess i had it wrong again
lock my heart, falling apart
refuse to remember
who, where, or when.

running.

i actually wrote this at around 1 in the morning on my 21st birthday.


another year lived
really lived?
alas, nay.
not for lack of trying.
partly for lack of trying..
it's difficult to try to live fully
when you feel your world shrinking
ending
dying
i'm not who i wanted to be
not who i planned
not what i thought
where am i?
where am i going?
what am i doing?
how do i feel?
odd.
off.
out.
what am i looking for?
three-letter words become four
love.
lust.
life.
what am i running from?

what am i running from?