Soar through me
Behind me
Beneath me
Be me
So I can steal
You away
Take you to
A place where the
Wind is constant
We’ll be free
To ride the waves
With each other,
Rising and diving
Will be our religion
We will worship
In each other’s eyes
Burn for the kiss
Suffer nothing
Be everything
To each other
For each other
With each other


who do I blame for you?

who do I blame for you?

for the words that were
when I was ten minutes

for that guy you slept
with when we were
on a break

for making love in the
shower every single

for cracking me to pieces
when you had to move away
and binding them together
when you somehow got
to stay

for loving me when no one
else had the courage to
pull me out of the gutter

for breaking that promise
and every other one you made

for letting me find out your
little secrets on my own

for crumbling every time
I kissed that spot on your

for holding my life in
your hands and ignoring
everything that could
make it perfect

who do I blame you for?


— GB


everything that I can’t control is me
everything that I can control is me
everything that I can’t control is where I start
everything that I can control is how I get there
everything that is there is me
everything that is me contains
everything that I can’t control and
everything that I can control
everything starts over again

— GB

Say Something…

Say Something…

I’m not giving up on you
I’m just crawling back
Into my body
I need to take a rest from
All your grandeur
I need to take a break from
The pressure to be the
Me you have turned me into

Say something…

I’m coming back to your
Deafening personality
To be ripped from my bones
As a lump of putty
So easily shaped into
Any identity
You desire me to be

Say Something…

I’m trying to find you
My memory has obscured
Who I’m looking for
The gentle and kind and
Compassionate one isn’t
You any more, and I am
Gradually giving up on you

Say Something…

I am quickly giving up on me

— GB

This was inspired/influenced by Say Something {a poem} over at “The Power of Silence.”  Thank you Mariann Martland for creating the way you do.

door 521

one flight up and through
door 521 is the first real
home where I lived
alone, my life solitary,
not lonely, full of life,
full of music and light.

a place, where I learned
things, about life, about
love, about death and
mortality, about the
nature of being human,
about human nature,
I learned about how
to be a friend, and how
to deal with betrayal,

I learned about music,
about sex, I learned
to appreciate the sound
of freedom, even in
the middle of a migraine

I learned how to write,
how to get deep down
inside and express the
deepest and the darkest

I learned how to escape
into myself, I learned what
depression really is

But most of all, wrapping
all these things and more
together I learned
what it is to be me

— GB

kitchen color?

our separate beings
have become one

pasts have been
united, memories
a singularity

there has never
been a you
without a me

nor will there
ever be a me
without a you

emotions merged

thoughts wrapped
together with a
shiny little bow

our wants, desires,
ambitions and hopes
only occur inside
both heads at once

now that we have
irrevocably bonded
one life to the other…

what color should we
paint the kitchen?

— GB