Objects, and the Distance Between Them
Dreams, thoughts, and experiences expressed through poetry and prose
I have started to work my way through from the beginning with these recordings, though I will likely jump around as I am inspired. It was really interesting to revisit this today, to see the rather dark place where I started from (though with a note of curious optimism towards the end). It was quite … Continue reading Poetry Reading – “Why I Write”
Last night, I dreamt Of someone who loved me, Someone who Wanted me To be something, To be anything More To them But then you, Yes, you Told them To go home Yes, you told them to "go home", You said this wasn't their home And they were welcome no more, Whether you meant it, … Continue reading I Dreamt Last Night of Someone Who Wanted to Send My Love Away
Know that Though I have said so many things To so many of you And though you have responded With such kindness and love that it draws the tears from my eyes as from a well These things are only temporary; I will be gone some day And there may be no person to speak … Continue reading In Each and Every Thing Which Crawls or Walks or Even Slowly Grows as Moss or Lichen
Dear Jon, Oh, my sweet, sweet Jon, I hear you have a lady friend; How good for you. Unfortunately, I also hear you like to make women feel As if they are a lesser form of human And that Jon, That is not okay. Dear Jon, Do you have any idea How long the memories … Continue reading Dear Jon (Andy the Creep)
This is Not a poem, At least not As you are used to, But I Have been quiet; It is not for lack of love, As I have missed you dearly, I simply had Nothing to say. I finally have Something to say.
It is said We are born of the soil No more than dust made flesh Destined as such to return someday Scattered as it were To every corner of the turning Earth If this is so I should hope we may one day know What it is to rise and fall To move with the … Continue reading What It Is to Rise and Fall
Woke up tired So long So long ago Been so many nights Sleeping alone How many more Don't really know Just want to say Don't know what to say Wish it weren't this way Wish it weren't today I've been walking steady But I am going nowhere I've been getting ready For what? I don't … Continue reading Tired
Some days I do not want to write I feel I have nothing to say Which must be recorded Nothing to share I seek silence Not a silence born of defeat Nor of melancholy Rather I am aware That the experiences of the day And the memories I have made Are sufficient Captured in the … Continue reading In the Passing Hours of the Night
The voice still echoes A constant reminder Saying over and over "You are never going to be enough" That the cycle cannot and will never end Failure then hope then failure Coalescing every time in disappointment It would be so easy To listen To believe To give in and give up Letting go Falling away … Continue reading Echoes
You used to believe In so many things In endless possibilities The future was open wide And all that stood in the way Was time You used to dream Each and every night In an endless stream Each moment a door Through which you could see Everything and more You wanted peace A little room … Continue reading Such Dreams as These
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 
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