like molasses

your mouth tasted like molasses
but you resuscitated me regardless.

and all my air seems different now,
a lot slower than it's
ever felt before.

but I write these words with honesty
because you deserve my truths:

That I never breathed a single breath,

till.I.shared.air.with.you.

tsunami word vommy

when i write it comes in waves.
sometimes i'm tearing at the seams.
sometimes i have so many words flowing from my brain through my arms and out my fingertips.
like each letter has it's own little soul.

but other times, i can't write a thing.
i become this vault full of one liners
because thats as far as my creativity will take me.

i feel like high tide is coming though,
and soon i'll fill the earth with everything
i left inside of me
for times when i might let myself forget
that it really doesn't get much better than this.




[i dont.]

starry night

its dark.
but my hand finds yours
as if it were as bright as heaven.

while we walked,
your lips found mine
as if we had sewn magnets into them.

not a stumble
not a break not a crack
in our steps.

while you laughed in the night
i watched your hair - glistening
from just the right amount of moonlight.
and
as our laces tread the sidewalk,
i prayed this night would last forever.

-but as you drove away
out of sight

i prayed for morning
and yet another
starry night.

hillbilly love

i'm sick and i want to go home

and sleep for a long time.

a lined paper man

Just so you know,
I think you're a good writer and an amazing musician.

and I want you to know that almost everyday when I'm at work I have the same song stuck in my head, playing over and over again. I don't know what it's called, or who it's for, or all of the words, but I know you wrote it when you were 16. and i know i think you're cool because your guitar strings pull at my heart strings.


"and when i swear to you
someday you'll understand your man
and you'll come true
I mean that at night
when you sleep
i'll sneak in through your window
and set fire to your sheets
cause i know what goes on
behind your closed doors
i know someday you'll have his heart
on the floor
and i wont mind
just as long as the last words
i hear from you are
'i'm sorry'." -Tyson Christensen.

whats that on your back?

so i had the corner of a Raisinet wrapper stuck inside my shoe


it reminded me of the time that Tyson and I were sitting in his room and he was rubbing my back and he said "what is that stuck to your back?"



it was a melted Raisinet.

we laughed.


i think i'm 2 weeks raisinet clean.

dig it.

hey lady

i wrote this a long time ago. in my work notebook.
but everytime i read it i laugh.




Today I almost ran over an old lady. and thats not a lie. I stopped a foot in front of her and she did a crow hop with her shopping cart. i think she screamed too because her mouth was open.
it was funny, but i shouldn't have laughed.

P.s. i'm in dads desk.

usually mostly always

"we dont read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we're part of the human race." -Keating

if there's one thing that I
haven't said before
it's that i hate how
you open another, without
shutting the first door.
and i don't feel inclined to
answer, when you feel the need
to ask,
because the directions your words
are going
are in no different
than the last.
you're eyes hold no more meaning,
your heart is chipped and cold

and i'm not lying when i say
i hate this feeling and it's getting old.

Why dont you like yourself?

(this one is important: this is my introduction)
so it seems to me, that we try way too hard to be pained souls.
We focus [so] much on all of the sad and the hurt
in our lives, that we virtually begin to believe
that ACTUALLY being happy is next to impossible.
Everyone gets sad, and everyone gets put through messed
up situations – which doesn’t lessen their severity – but it
does make it more tolerable to know that while
you’re hurting, you’re not alone.
We spend way too much time wading around in the mud
soaking up all the crappy situations that we forget. There are
good situations too! *its ok to be happy, its ok to have
it all figured out, and its ok to move on*
Because really, what we’re doing is using so much energy being
sad, and the victim, when we could just as easily use that energy to look for the good and be happy.

All im saying is that its just as easy to be happy as
it is to be sad.

Its all in how you look at things, because, although you cant control the
situations handed to you, you can however, control the way you deal with them.