12 May 2009

dearest sarah helen,

the tips of your fingers are grazing the edge of the world. 


amicably yours, quinn dear

07 March 2009

26 February 2009

24 February 2009

this happens every time.

19 February 2009

11 February 2009

knock me off of my feet but
i think its time for me to start walking again
and stop running away from this
the next time you see me
i will be singing a new song
i am learning to
shine on.

04 February 2009

10 January 2009

and I've been changing
faster than I can see
I don't even know me sometimes

It's not easy
Growing out of small things
Spreading those big wings and taking flight

and what I was is behind me
and what i will be is moving on
that leaves little space
to look at the moon's face
before the day breaks and she is gone

08 January 2009

someone just like you.


Two hearts fading, like a flower.
And all this waiting, for the power.
For some answer, to this fire.
Sinking slowly. The wateras higher.

With no secrets. No obsession.
This time I'm speeding with no direction.
Without a reason. What is this fire?
Burning slowly. My one and only.

You know me. You don't mind waiting.
You just can't show me, but God I'm praying,
That you'll find me, and that you'll see me,
That you run and never tire.

02 January 2009

Please, remember me
By the rosebush laughing
With bruises on my chin
The time when
We counted every black car passing
Your house beneath the hill
And up until
Someone caught us in the kitchen
With maps, a mountain range,
A piggy bank
A vision too removed to mention