i Got Needs

 i am a lustful creature

it is an itch 

that begs to be scratched

and scratched it is

over and over

ever stronger and more visceral

with each passing moment

it is the beautiful

of hungers

for all it wants

is Art...

Pen to Paper

 every single time

i put pen to paper

i subconsciously 

scrawl your name

today

it was mostly heartbreak

tomorrow

it might be love

A Visit Revisit

 Your voice

carries on the breeze

the words you said

carved your name

into my wooden soul

and i revisit those moments

whenever i want to think

of "almost"

Hungry For You

 i devour 

any glimpse of you

a picture, a post, a rumor

it takes no effort

to fall into memory

of the inches i came

to happily ever after.

Old Stories Are The Best Ones

 in the end

we are all just stories,

and i fear

like a favorite childhood book-

i will fondly

be forgotten...

Hide 'n Seek

 i mark the page

as if language

could quiet the breathing,

hide us from harvest,

from the wolves

drawn to our soft

and moving flesh

Stabby Stabby

 if love

is the knife

pressed gently to the heart,

then trust is surely

the hand that grips it

Not Ready Yet

 i still follow grief

like a shadow,

like a child

not yet ready

to be alone

Old Soul

they called me

and old soul

when i was too young

to know the difference

between a soul

and a ghost

Where Can i Get Some?

Love does not 

have a price

nor is it sold in the market,

it grows very quietly

and sits

wherever it finds

a soul.

Search Party

 i look for you name

in the end credits of films,

i scan a room for anything

that might resemble 

the shape of you ,

i glance to the stars

and search for out tiny beacon

amidst the endless light show above

i look for any sign that tells me

you are not gone

and that i will find you again.