Friday, July 13, 2012

There are no stars in the sky.

Tonight, there are no stars in the sky
Curls languidly into the blackness
I hear a plane in the distance
But I cannot see it
I pinch at my flesh
And sigh in disgust
There are no stars in the sky

Thursday, July 12, 2012

Lost and Found.

I often look back on my life and think about the things that I have lost: Jobs, family, friends, relationships, objects. Loss comes in many forms. You may lose these things forever or by a sheer stroke of luck (or determination), “find” them again. Of course, losing your wallet isn’t nearly as painful as losing a friend. Wallets can be replaced and not to sound pessimistic but so can friends. Maybe not that particular friend, but people come and go. I think of people as the subway; you miss the first train but soon another one comes 5 minutes later. I had a friend tell me this was a rather shallow way of looking at life but I like to think of it as detached.

 In Buddhism, a lesson that is very hard for me to learn in particular (and still to this day) is to not develop attachments to people, places or objects. Attachments are said to cause suffering and every human being down to their simplest needs and desires are to avoid suffering and seek happiness. For example, take someone who dreams of traveling. They have a house full of possessions, live a comfortable life, have a stable job and are content but not completely happy because they aren’t fulfilling an inner desire. But because of their attachment to those things, they don’t have the freedom to travel. Rarely, you hear of people selling everything they own and making a risky, life-altering decision. Ask those people later if they regret it? Unlikely.

I’ve thought about just taking a year off from my life and traveling to the East to study with the monks. Shaving my long, black hair off (an attachment) and being alone with myself. Truly be alone with my thoughts for hours on end. I wonder what person I would then become if I were to make such a decision. Medication, doctors, therapists, hospitals, drugs, partying, none of it seems to work for me. It feels like a last resort decision.

Tuesday, July 10, 2012


It's like this every time after hanging out with you. I hate hearing about where you are going. It's like a small puncture wound straight to the chest each and every time. I'm silent and I know I don't say much, and I know it's selfish. Why am I getting like this? I tried running away several times and here I am back at square one only it's not square one anymore. I'm way further down than I thought that I would be.

You tell me to stop running away from my problems but it's all I've ever known. You tell me to promise you that I'll face them when you're gone. But honestly, I don't know how I'm going to react when you are actually gone. I'm already embarrassed that I've expressed this much to you so far and here I was the entire time trying SO HARD to just be detached from you. 

 Sometimes I lay in bed some nights and wish I had never even met you or that you had never contacted me. 

But that's just me wishing my problems away. Again. 

Sunday, July 8, 2012


Something I wrote in literally 15 minutes; an unedited free write session.

I don’t quite know what it was
that pulled me to you, you're kindness
or your fire

That’s where you belonged
in the dry heat
of some Arizona desert

“I’ll meet you in the radiowaves”
you said
like a fool, I believed you

Empty parking lots
melted frozen yogurt
clutched in our hands

Hushed voices in white light
a silhouette
watching in the distance

We talked of better things
living different lives
wishing for anywhere but here

You held my hand
and yet I couldn’t help
but still feel alone