Sunday, December 19, 2010

Rose Colored Glasses

I saw my grandpa through you, yesterday.
My heart felt as if it were bursting(with both joy and sorrow).
My eyes felt warm and wet.

Friday, November 19, 2010

Holey Soul

There is a wee hole in my heart, which is due mostly to lack of cigarettes and RBV's. Mostly. I miss my early 20's.

Sunday, August 22, 2010

Wherever you go

You will be with me

And when you do talk

You will be talking to me

But just save our words

As we walk on by

With the sky full of birds

And the dusk approaching

Climb the long grassy track

To the top of winter hill

Climb the real rocky track to the top

I'll see you back

I'll see you back on winter hill

Wherever you go

You will return safe

And when you will walk

You'll be walking with me

But if comes the day

You meet someone new

You will be with them

But I'll be thinking of you

Climb the long grassy track

To the top of winter hill

Stay with me see so far at the top

I'll see you back

I'll see you back on winter hill

Well she travels far

So we stayed apart

But she crossed her heart on winter hill

Saturday, August 14, 2010

Tuna fish
is so delish
it is indeed my favorite dish

I wish to kiss this stinky fish!

Monday, August 2, 2010


the warmth of the wine makes my cheeks turn to cherries

enjoying the visions of sugar plum fairies

the scent of his presence the breeze softly carries

to linger above me, then in my heart. buried.

Monday, July 12, 2010

St. Louis Drivers

The. Worst.

St. Louis drivers are...the absolute worst drivers in the United States, perhaps in the entire world. I'd be making uneducated assumptions if I were to assume other places on Earth didn't have God-awful drivers. I'm sure they do. However, I'm quite sure St. Louie takes the cake.

Here is an example:

6:40 A.M. South City. River Des Peres Blvd., North Bound. I turn, after signaling and braking, right from Gravois Road onto River Des Peres Blvd. I note the speed limit sign quite quickly: 40 mph. This road is two lanes on each side, with no median. There are no curbs. Just grass. On the East side of the road, the river runs. It is high at the moment.

I have been taking this route to work because it is a much easier(and less chaotic) route than my old one, which was Jamieson. Too many stop signs that too many people rolled, ran, or sat at for 3 minutes. I am contently enjoying my daily drive to work ritual: a cigarette, a cup of coffee, and my iPod on shuffle.

As I begin the drive onto River Des Peres, I am cautious to heed the speed limit. One, to avoid a ticket, but let me be honest and tell you the real reason: I didn't want to spill my deliciously hot coffee. Regardless, I was heeding the limit. When out of nowhere, a silver Camry comes flying up in my rear view mirror. He slams on his brakes, then swerves into the left lane, riding another car's ass. The car's speed isn't suffice to him, so back he swerves into my lane, but this time he adds a long honk. To whom? I'd no idea...not me? Sure enough, he tails me long enough to pass the car in the left lane, and swerves in front of it. He guns it, and whilst he passes me, he honks, rips off his sunglasses, and gives me a bone-chilling stare.

Ummmm, what?! How has this man gotten angered by me? I have been minding my own business, and now he's honking, swerving, pointing, etc.

This man seems unstable enough to make me believe that he could/would do me some bodily harm, so I continue to drive, below the speed limit. Wouldn't you know that our cars would meet a few lights up. I ignore him, he honks his horn. Then I lost it. Flailing my arms and screaming profanities, I took off as the light was turning green. He rode the car's ass in front of him(leaving a few inches of space), and eventually cut across 2 lanes to make a turn onto a different street.

Leaving me outraged, confused, shaking, and wondering that, in the midst of all of the nonsense, my flicked cigarette made it out the window. Otherwise I've got a backseat that's close to being engulfed in flames.

Which is where that bastard driver belongs.

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

ode to a pigeon

oh, you manic birds,

since you swoop and shit on cars,

i smoke my cig quick.

~Katherine Tornatore

Saturday, July 3, 2010


i am clean.
my eyes, washed free of makeup.
my skin soaks up the lotion.

i am blind.
i take out my eyes, the objects blur.
and i, in the mirror, i am beautiful to myself.

i am sore.
my muscles ache, my arms are weak,
my skin is icy, my heart is sick.

in my head, the highway is desolate.
your love always stays the same.
sunflowers are always in season.

and the chocolate melts on my tongue(quickly).

Friday, July 2, 2010

a tangled mess
in her wrinkled dress
masking signs of loneliness.

a lioness
with a hollowed breast
feelings never to confess.

i cannot stress, she is a mess.

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

If only

It's much more difficult for me to write and be introspective when I am happy, and not angry, sad or frustrated.

Sweet irony. My plate is full and yet I've got nothing to say...

Saturday, January 16, 2010

Our Song

This. This is it. This is our song. Forever. Shall we dance?

Drinking in the morning sun
Blinking in the morning sun
Shaking off the heavy one
Heavy like a loaded gun

What made me behave that way?
Using words I never say
I can only think it must be love
Oh, anyway, it's looking like a beautiful day

Someone tell me how I feel
It's silly wrong but vivid right
Oh, kiss me like the final meal
Yeah, kiss me like we die tonight

Cause holy cow, I love your eyes
And only now I see the light
Yeah, lying with me half-awake
Oh, anyway, it's looking like a beautiful day

When my face is chamois-creased
If you think I'll wink, I did
Laugh politely at repeats
Yeah, kiss me when my lips are thin

Cause holy cow, I love your eyes
And only now I see you like
Yeah, lying with me half-awake
Stumbling over what to say
Well, anyway, it's looking like a beautiful day

So throw those curtains wide!
One day like this a year'd see me right!