Thursday, January 9, 2014


I will be honest. I probably don't like you. I don't like a lot of people.

Sunday, December 8, 2013


Son: "Daddy, why are our eyes open when we die?"

Father: "Because that's when we really wake up."

Je me souviens.

I remember how I would sleep in 
the middle of my bed,
so the monsters wouldn't get me.
I remember how I thought 
the moon stole my hair.
I remember that would we trick my brother
and say that socks were
made out of spiderwebs.
I remember eating soap
to wash out my mouth when I was bad.
I remember your voice better than 
anyone else's.
I remember how you say I love you
and your the only one that actually means it.
I remember how we are all born from 
our mothers.
I remember the tears falling from
your face so gently.
I remember those cold winter nights
and all we would do is drink hot chocolate 
and talk.
I remember the first time I saw my mother cry.
I remember that feeling
of almost drowning in my 
grandmas pool.
I remember how my older brother
smashed my favorite action figure.
I remember
the first time I saw you and
I have never took my eyes off you.
I remember how you told me
to grow up.
I remember the time I didn't sleep
because of my parents fighting all night.
I remember getting a circle chocolate cake
for my birthday in kindergarten.
I remember the way you use
to smile.

I remember sitting at your funeral grandpa and seeing grandma cry. I will never forget that day.

Sunday, December 1, 2013

Broken Pictures.

I don't know if you know what this feels like but I do.
You whisper in my ear, fall asleep.
Broken pictures on the ground, surrounded with shattered beer bottles.
You whisper in my ear, did you ever think it was me.
How did you know I was the one.