dead to the world

I’m always afraid every time I go to bed sad that I’ll wake up the same way.

i'm afraid i've lost my voice

Sometimes I feel like climbing a hill and shouting to everybody that can’t hear me that and doesn’t care that I am alive, I have hope, and I am loved and love in return.

sick day

I don’t want to be right now. Can I unexist until further notice?

it's the thought that counts

There's only a one-letter difference between 'I wish you well' and 'I wish you hell'
I'm really not sure which one I'm wishing you.

old libraries and dusty hearts

My heart beats again
echoing down these empty halls
for the first time in months
it finds its way back to this place—
and you are still not here

a step-by-step guide to life

Fall hard.

Get up.

Wash off.

Try again.

Fall harder.

Cry too much.

Get up.

Get hurt.

Push back.

the spare room

I always found comfort in sadness
It seemed only then things were true
But after trying to fight it
I finally decided
There's room for happiness too.

art just isn't what it used to be

Hearing the songs

By attractive young males

Of the less lyrically inclined

It's remarkably discouraging

The lengths some will go

All for the sake of a rhyme.

they're at the wrong house, right?

A fire truck and ambulance on our street

Two stretchers being wheeled away

On our lawn and the neighbors', paramedics marched off

Smoke billowed out hot and grey

A grim-faced policeman talks to my dad

Who's having trouble saying a word

He puts a hand on his shoulder, and asks him again

But they're too far away to be heard

A knot of people have gathered now

Curious as to what happened today

So am I, as I run up the street

I sure hope the neighbors are ok.