rearview mirror.

i'm tired of looking at myself in the rearview mirror of the car wondering waiting watching for a sign i did something right and if nothing else, i just want to prove to myself there is something i am good for besides breaking crashing wrecking the lives around me.  


nothing changes, except everything…

you never plan to live your life broken and torn, it just happens, nothing changes except everything. and, people are telling you're not what they expected when they see you after ten years. you wonder if you should take that offensively, but you just smile and brush it off. the house you live in has new creaks in… Continue reading nothing changes, except everything…


I think it's sad, that some people never look up at the sky anymore, that they never talk to imaginary friends, instead they let the silence drive them insane. that they will let the light leave their children's eyes, and accept it as 'reality...'' that they will forever wonder how to pay the bills, how… Continue reading cynicism.


Her hands have a slight tremor. "Stop that; I am in control," she whispers to them. They have words written in pen--smudging on the ends--all over them. People tell her the ink will poison her, and she just laughs. Her eyes are held open by mascara and cups of coffee. No cream, no sugar, she… Continue reading innocence.


someone give me life, because lately I'm having a hard time staying awake I laid in my bed--mid day-- and stared at my ceiling in silence my sweatshirt doesn't keep me warm anymore I'm chilled to my core there is a lump in my throat, I tried to wash it away but it's latched on… Continue reading resuscitate.

fight time.

We sat side by side in the dressing room, tears streaming down our faces, broken, bleeding, crying for help; you held my hand, and said we had to stay friends, fight time, fight the impending pages rustling by quickly... too quickly. I want to freeze time and stay with you. I want to miss you… Continue reading fight time.