Saturday, September 5, 2015


i remember
when the days were strange
and so were we
when we played with knives
and struggled for every wish
our lives were filled with danger
and our hearts with fire
we searched for each other
for the same passion in our eyes
our youth was perfectly ugly
i remember.
in many ways
i’m still the same man
but in many ways
i’m not
wanting hurts twice as much
because i'm not sure what i want anymore
and love is reserved
only for dreams
and even still
it is painful
perhaps it’s all the failure
or that getting older
for me
means letting go
suffering alone
and becoming numb
or maybe it’s just
the mood i find myself in
when i remember

Thursday, September 3, 2015


the angels and demons
are the same
fighting for the innocence
of being right
belief based on
they’re all guilty
friction creates energy
creates the passing of time
so that nothing is ever
exactly the same
the balance is always off
nothing is level
the message is never clear
the frustration
of all the same
unanswered questions
that mean nothing
over and over again
draw endless circles
in my mind
i’m sure that somehow
it all makes sense
and that the math is right
i’m just not getting it