I'm Back.

 I just need a place of my own to come to and this place happened to have a light on for me.
 I hope none of you still follow me or this could get weird :)

 Reading back on a lot of these posts is embarrassing to say the least, ALOT has changed in the last 6 years of my life. Looking back on when I initially started this blog, I was coming out of a pretty bad place. I wish I could be coming back here with heroic stories of overcoming my internal woes, but I'm starting to think it's a burden I'll be carrying with me for quite some time.
 In fact, it's quite disappointing, really, when I stop to think of all the missed opportunities that occupy the expanse between my former teenage self and the confused twenty something who sits here typing this. Maybe this is something to come back to. I haven't written consistently since I left this blog (creatively that is I do tons of technical writing at school but who cares) and I'm really just at a point in my life where I don't want to miss out on anything. So maybe you'll be seeing more of me. But please, don't get your hopes up.

I was going to cross this out

but everyone misses someone more then they would like to admit. So I'm writing you a six-word letter with no return address to let you know. "I gave you my very best"

i wish that when i thought of you

i wish that when i thought of you that i only remembered the best times and understood why everything changed i wish it was something nice, something that made me comfortable i wish i didnt feel like part of me was always missing; not ALWAYS missing though. because i know it was there. and i think ive come to the conclusion that you took something from me.

coming home

no more crowded streets or noisy busses, im coming home to open fields and silent forests and winding dirt roads.

looking back wont move you forwards now

oh.my.god

Have you seen the medicine

I'm needing to keep my head

upon these shoulders?

Moccasin Tracks

I see a blank notebook page;

Its my life and there's nothing I could think to write.

I Am Water

Feel the mountains behind me

Holding me strong.

I am one with these forests,

As they stretch along the lakes.

Solidarity forged of rock and clear water.

I stand here, wading in cool waters.

Let this smoke fill my lungs.

Billowing into the lights of humanity.

I am not one with them.

Their steel and asphalt greed stretched in lights along the waters edge;

Until the day they all slide into the murky waters they have created.

I stand with the mountains.

I stand with the forests.

Why You'd Want To Live Here

Going apartment hunting this saturday, I can't wait.

Having a place to call my own is going to be so amazing!

The End Of The Road

It's official

I'm giving up.

Break It Up

I get off my high horse just long enough to get low, to reload and go, oh and get it again.


These Kids Wear Crows in London tommorow night!


Sooooo stoked, I havent been to a good show in so long.

Brighter Brightest is playing too, their music brings a smile to my face. :)

This Boy

This boy
Hates the way you
tire of him
take your anger out on him
if she pushes any harder he'll fall away.
This boy is green with envy
he wishes he could be your perfect boy
with the best imperfections;
hair to fix
a tie to straighten
a smile too wide
across his face.


As he drives you home.

Rainy Day

Lets run in the rain

soak our feet

ill catch up with you

and we'll laugh as were soaked.

as the warm indoors beckons;

we'll run to the safety of towels and warmth.

Meet Me At The Shore

These were taken at the boardwalk on Coney Island, Brooklyn.


I wish I couldve stayed there for days, it was so surreal.

Adrienne Tomine needs to teach me his amazing illustration skills

I love everything about this man's writing/ drawing.

I could spend my life here

Watching birds fly away

Hoping that

I can join them.

I never want to leave

I threw myself off your cliffs
But you caught me in your the wind
Saved me from
falling

Or should we just cut to the chase;
nights of coffee and cigarettes
walking in the moonlit street
the silence replying
our footsteps
with echoes.

Could I walk you to the door
Could I say goodnight with the best intentions?

I never want those drives to end.

Seeing you walk away makes me want this even more.

Passenger Seat

I roll the window down
And then begin to breathe in
The darkest country road
And the strong scent of evergreen
From the passenger seat as you are driving me home.

Then looking upwards
I strain my eyes and try
To tell the difference between shooting stars and satellites
From the passenger seat as you are driving me home.

"do they collide?"
I ask and you smile.
With my feet on the dash
The world doesn't matter.

When you feel embarrassed then i'll be your pride
When you need directions then i'll be the guide
For all time.
For all time.