this year I decided to make all of my christmas presents instead of buying them...most of them were easy enough....except this one:

because he always gives the best gifts.

as we're both lovers of art and literature, I decided to make him a journal that included things we both really liked. there are about fifty more pages that I didn't photograph...




merry christmas!

moments of time
where you rain colored eyes
collided with mine, and
reflected like taintless puddles
our intentions.

The vaguest of memories
emerge out of the still night,
the sky is all stars, and
the symphony of summer
has played its last note.

The street is so loud, but
the world is so quiet,
and one is with one’s self, alone,
amidst the torrents of voices,
the sea of faces.

But your hand is in mine-
and no one else can feel
what I feel in this fragile instant.
And in that second
of a hundred days,
my heart is warm, again.


written on halloween.

cinquain [sing-keyn]:
a five lined poem of two, four, six, eight, and two syllables.

haiku [hahy-koo]:
a three lined poem of five, seven, five syllables.


black light.
inconsistent
you are all words, all sounds,
and I am listening to shallow
heartbeats.


quiet surrender
because what is the use, anymore?
words like whispers.


hope. love.
void syntax in
another tongue, but
the lone cure for indifference
in ours.


I hear lonliness
killed you. I have a feeling
most of us helped.


hello moon,
you are brighter
than I could hope to be.
luminous, brilliant, even in
midnight.


fading aquamarine,
the sea is angry and grey
against the pale shore.

hello, my name is madison, and I will be posting things I've written on here.