memories of what became

the earth gives way
to the waste; in crumbs
the depth of the space
pregnant with lucidity

and open to welcome
the better parts
of feeling
into this occupied emptiness

taking honesty, frailty
but breadth from it all
and i lay.
with thoughts for full than
the earth intended

- js. june 16th, 2011
(on tumblr)

aching wires

torn from a memory
of what used to be
but only how between you and me
torn out
beyond repair
repitition makes blunt or blase
what i've once tried to say
lost. she had you. she wrecked you.

and once left alone. the shadows
cast the dark our souls feel
side by side and more alone
than once before
talk like wire lines between the lines
words said. but not the ones meant.

to grab ahold. is all i want
your hope in my hand
and heart in my mind.
or hand still.

- (work in progress) js june 13th, 2011