flOaTinG wIthOuT rEasOn

You want to know what’s on my mind.

You want to know what’s on-

my mind?

the lights?

Don’t think twice.

Second guessing

Overthinking is my vice.

Soul without a light switch

Thoughts provoking mind’s itch

Mine circumnavigates itself-

looking for substance not displayed on a shelf.

Answers to questions that I haven’t asked

Finding the results of the present and the past:

A life plagued by reasons for firsts and for lasts

For kisses

For dances

Existence, persistence,

Resistance is futile.

There’s no reason to hide.

Throw away all your pride.

Years of rebellion wash away with the tide.

Mature and complete

Victory comes with defeat.

As long as you learn something.

So what’s on my mind?

My hair and your hat

You put it there to make me laugh.

Reason floats away on a breeze

and for once my restless soul is at ease.


If you’re going to kill yourself,

*please note* this piece is ironic satire and is meant to be read figuratively- NOT to be taken literally. it highlights suicide related issues in a dark light as a reminder to anyone that considers ending their own life they still have so much for which to remain alive. If anyone reading this is one of those people, you are not alone. People care. Find them. Don’t give up. It’s going to be okay. 

If you’re going to kill yourself, do it while no one’s looking. This is between you and yourself. It’s nobody else’s business. As a matter of fact, if you want to make it easier, turn yourself into someone whom no one wants to pay attention. Fester in your filth- really marinate in it. Tell yourself you don’t mean anything to anyone until it becomes true. After all, no one wants to wash themselves with a dirty rag. Retreat into yourself and never come out, or else the light outside might blind you, or worse: make you change your mind. Vegetate, and let everyone and everything around you slowly forget you exist. You don’t want your cold, dead body dripping behind the eyes of your loved ones while what’s left of you hangs from the ceiling. You don’t want to ruin holidays and family gatherings for them forever. You don’t want your loved ones to stare at your empty chair at the dinner table every night. You don’t want to have loved ones at all.

If you’re going to kill yourself, do it while you’re still young. Before you’ve made mistakes and bad decisions. Before your mid-life crisis. Before your duties and responsibilities trap you. Throw yourself off a cliff, before you live a life you’ll regret throwing away.

If you’re going to kill yourself, clean out everything. Clear your mind, sweep away the cobwebs and good memories. Don’t remind yourself of the box of pictures collecting dust in the attic. Throw out all the faded blue ribbons from your horse riding and 3rd grade painting days. Give away everything you own. Clothes can’t keep a dead body warm. Dead people don’t need toothbrushes or beds on which to sleep. Dead bodies don’t need air. Suffocate yourself, before you waste any more of the oxygen that’s more deserving of someone else’s lungs.

If you’re going to kill yourself, eliminate positivity from your vocabulary and your surroundings. Stop telling yourself it’s going to be okay. Stop thinking about your future: your spouse, your children, your pets. Your white picket fence and rose garden and two story cottage in the middle of the suburbs. Your penthouse studio apartment in the middle of New York City. Your ranch house in the middle of nowhere. Forget about everything you’re capable of and all the things you can do or be if you set your mind to it: astronaut, firefighter, teacher, nurse, photographer, pharmacist, computer technician, engineer, or even the president. Forget about making a difference in the world. You’re worthless. Forget about everything you love: food, sunsets and sunrises, animals, flowers, butterflies, and words like bubbly and dulcet and eloquence. Stop trying to be happy. You don’t deserve to be happy. Stop picturing the light at the end of the tunnel and instead imagine the sweet dark bliss at the end of your life. You don’t want to regret your choice when you’ve overdosed and the life you could’ve lived flashes before your eyes while you breathe your last jagged breaths.

Finally, if you’re going to kill yourself, don’t. You still have so much left to live for.

For Mi Cielo

You struck a chord with me tonight. Like your words hit just the right note and found just the right harmony. It resonated in my memories.

Hiding behind closed doors because the threat outside is much worse than any closet monster. Trying not to cry because the voice on the other side is the same one that used to lull me to sleep. Only now it’s a growl, no longer distinguishable as a lullaby.

What is wrong? What is right? Why does this voice keep me up at night? What is fake? What is real? What will allow my wounds to heal? More than static to feel? My layers to peel?

The room is empty now- the storm has passed. But my mind is still spinning, still screaming.

“Bury your demons, bury your dreams, bury yourself, bury everything.”

Under six feet of myself I hide, my own graveyard.

Reality’s ordinances defied, I let down my guard

and succumbed to my defeat.

My past keeps me off my feet.

The silent sound of loneliness follows me to bed

like the anthem of a misunderstood soul.

Like a foe disguised as a friend.

But filling a glass heart with lead won’t make me whole.

Every broken glass shrieks violently

My past is reflected in every broken piece of me.

You were the first to seep through the cracks in my heart. You were the only one to help turn my scattered scraps of sound into a symphony.

“Take your time,” you said. “You don’t have to say anything.”

Permissible apathy won’t stop the bleeding.

Ignoring gaping wounds won’t promote healing.

Enabling an addict to one more hit, one more swig…

one less word.

One less confession.

One more buried experience and a princess trying desperately to sleep on something far larger than a pea.

I wanted to speak, I wanted to share.

I wanted you to see, I wanted you to care.

And you did.

I was in need of a friend.

There’s no need to pretend.

Whether to follow or to fend,

You are a good thing that doesn’t have to end.

The memories are still there they just don’t bother me like they used to.

Everything is a metaphor.

Coalescence is what harmonies are for.

Peering through my mended shards I see you next to me.

I am not alone, my heart soars- I am free.

“C’est la finis de la guerre.”

For you, my Dear, I thank the Lord.

Now I sleep soundly.

Our symphony ends and begins with the same chord.

Ode to Clean Currency

I’m half of who I wanted to be

The other half just doesn’t care

Sinking, trying to swim with one limb

Quickly, I run out of air

Floating viscous in my life’s pollution

The ghost train without its conductor

Drowned and derailed restitution

Two faced, half hearted, destiny’s rupture

A penny glimmers half buried in the sand

Next to the debris of vacant dreams

Half my surrender piles up on the land

The rest surrenders to the current downstream

Sudden tumult dislodges the coin

End over end it decides my fate

Chance befalls me, the passive option

Stay and float or capitulate?

No choice is a choice in itself

The penny tumbles over the cliff edge

Forcing me to save myself

But “I can’t” is the only thought in my head

Alliteration is the only time a downpour should dismal,

‘Cause that’s what sent me rushing over wind and waves torrential

Down the mountainside into the purest sparkling stream

Like a freshly washed penny, from now until forever I’ll gleam


Any Eden Project fans out there? This one’s for you.

by The Eden Project

If you fall, I’ll catch you

So I’ve been thinking ’bout something
Lately I’ve been alive
Cause I found my reason in nothing
So I won’t close my eyes
Cause I don’t want to miss one second
And I don’t want to feel so cold
And I don’t want to be so sad that we are who we are
Cause we had no control

But only by the night
Will we ever make headlines
Will we ever make things right
When we’ve only ourselves to blame
When we’ve only ourselves to blame

So I won’t sleep
No more
No I won’t sleep
No more
I won’t sleep
I always thought that there’d be more than just wishing
No more
My life away
No DMT will stop me
Like I could always
Figure it out and never have to abandon what’s in-front of me

No more

So get this doubt out of my head
It’s only real if you let it
And I’ve been letting go of my ghosts
I’ll never let them catch me no more
But these words are all I have
So I’ll just keep dreaming out loud
And if I just keep talking
Maybe I’ll figure all this out

But only by the night
Will we ever make headlines
Will we ever make things right
When we’ve only ourselves to blame
When we’ve only ourselves to blame

So I won’t sleep
No more
No I won’t sleep
No more
No I won’t sleep
I always thought that there’d be more than just wishing
No more
My life away
No DMT will stop me
Like I could always
Figure it out and never have to abandon what’s in-front of me

No more


What is tomorrow to a man with no soul?

A river drying out in the sun

A long abandoned storefront where bankruptcy is sold

What is tomorrow to a child on Christmas Eve?

A promise of treasures untold

As the majesty of the day unfolds

Hurry up and wait

Slowly accelerate

Time is a hamster on a wheel

A viscosity you can feel

Round and round it goes

When it stops, no one knows

Perception sees the truth in lies

Whether time’s frozen or it flies

Indelibly fires dim and must be lit again

Broken hearts unwind and must be wound again

Lives are lost and must be found again

What is tomorrow?

A chance to be new again.


Lethargic in a nest of silent suffering

I long to curl into myself and disappear

But the demons in my mind

Creep closer, draw nearer

Exiled inside my existence I am suspended

Immobilized above demise below prosperity

A blurry reflection of myself in a mirror

My fragmented, imagined version of clarity

Slithering snake versus lionhearted lamb

Behind my eyes two forces strife

Cruel adversary versus dulcet liberator

The seed of evil versus the bread of life

Sin’s wages paid and darkness beaten

False security overcome; I’m redeemed

Sight to the spiritually blind is restored

Don’t be afraid, just believe.

Victorious, my savior lifts every burden and blur

Despite the weight of daily deception

Battles are momentary; Salvation is eternal

Don’t bury his sacrifice under perception

Creeping closer, drawing nearer to my heart

is the realization that I’m loved despite my flaws

Answer him when he knocks on your door

Do not ignore him when he calls

He says, “lay you life at my feet

My yoke is easy and my burdens light

Pick up your cross and follow me.”

Accept and receive spiritual sight.