I wish for sleep,
to free me of the current burdens of my spirit,
yet I feel unable to rest,
unable to un-anchor the heaviness
that weighs so warmly in my heart.

For all my searching,
I cannot choose the right words.
I'm torn between sleep and waking,
the living and the dead.
I cannot find the balance.

When was the last time you felt pretty?
Just wondering.
I'm not sure why now,
out of the many nows,
do I feel so very lovely.

I should stop questioning it,
I suppose.
before I scare it off
like a tiny mouse
running hurriedly from my feet.

Haiku #6

it's nobody's fault.
he was my wooden table
and now he is not.

Haiku #5

anyone could be
watching me through my living
room's picture window.

Haiku #4

sleep creeps up slowly.
dreams fly fast. I want
to wake up laughing.

Upside Down

When my mother had me,
it was a breech birth.
That means I came out
feet-first.

I often think about how I began
and how others began.
If you think about it,
I came out the right way.
We walk with our feet on the ground.
It makes no sense to start face-first.
Yet I've always felt upside-down.

Song

I can't play guitar very well,
that's just something I thought you should know.
and all I want is more stories to tell,
but I'm scared to just get up and go.

I hope that you love me,
I hope that you love me,
I hope that you can't get enough.
I hope that that you'll hear me
I hope that you'll know
all I ever want is your love.