november 28, 2012; 9:37pm

I was
someone else
long ago
memories come
in flashes
the emotions
hit hard
and linger

the death
of him
of myself
was beautiful
and brief
and after

when everything
felt true
and perception
seemed useless
and I
could see
that I
was God

november 28, 2012; 8:27am

I broke
the mirror
to release
the ghosts
to see
the dimensions
we hear
in whispers
to find
the man
who haunts
my reflection
and reconcile
the pieces
of myself
that shattered
long ago

november 27, 2012; 7:08pm

I feel death
around every corner
this winter is cold
and getting colder
this night is long
and getting longer
my lonely time
in this world
is almost up
and suddenly
I remember
the moment
I realized
that dying
is not
the end
of living

poem

a crowded room
full of people
I don’t know
talking about things
I don’t know
fighting the urge
the run away
but free beer
and pretty girls
and the guilt
of missing out
make me stay
we are masochists
for the cool
enduring the pain
of killing identity
just so we
can fit in

november 24, 2012; 6:20pm

it’s funny
and true
and kind
of depressing
but ego
was meant
to die
the self
we serve
does not
need much
the layers
of unnecessity
we gather
and build
and fashion
into facade
one day
the earth
will shake
and everything
will fall
but beauty
will still
be standing

november 23, 2012; 8:50pm

they seem
well hidden
but time
is eroding
with darkness
becoming light
the mirror
is crowded
with variations
of myself
coming together
with clarity
for all
the world
to see
and there
is happiness
and there
is sorrow
but beauty
is brightest
when reality
fades away

november 21, 2012; 7:38pm

the future
is unclear
and frightening
I know
where I
came from
I am
still that
same person
as long
as I
stay true
the path
under foot
will never
be wrong

poem

the milk
went sour
and love
did too
the smell
of it
like death
because it
is death
this kitchen
is cold
even with
the sun
shining in
maybe I
should move
and forget
this place
go where
the rain
never stops
and love
never starts
and cows
are sacred

november 11, 2012; 6:21pm

the bump
on head
from falling
from grace
is large
& painful
& not
going away
anytime soon

man

let it
hang out
and drag
the ground
get battered
and bruised
stepped on
spit on
rubbed raw
and red
use it
abuse it
but never
confuse it
with something
other than
an illusion