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Sea of silhouettesWith blue eyes
lost at sea.
It's so hard to find words that explain perfection
looking up at me.
Resting your head on my chest,
I start to confess,
"You're more precious then silver,
and as rare as gold."
Butterflies start to tear up my stomach
leaving me with urges that couldn't be controlled.
So we got closer where we could see eye to
asking ourselves if destiny was something we could deny.
In the silhouette of the blank tv screen
I tasted heaven and felt the clouds.
I've never felt this close to you,
not even in a dream.
you closer and I closed my eyes.
I finally reali
Curtains for certainPull me out of the crowd
and tell me the gossip
that was spilled across this crowed room
We trace lips with the grace of ships sinking
just to leave one another thinking
of how it
(should of been)
(could of been)
love is so subtle without the sin
We'll speak with words that we want to hear
and as midnight draws near we bother get caught up in a glance
and everything seemed all to clear
Destiny could be the end of me
while deja vu spells disaster for you
It's curtains for certain for our dearest
lovers and liars,
and its last call for our deepest of fears
but the last thing we want is a night with out tears
the finer parts of broadwayLips chizzled to perfection with a chainsaw
i bet you feel pretty now, but where does your heart lie?
So here i am just watch me give it my all
tearing all pictures that held these walls together by their seams
but ill pull some string and try and end things
leaving ths a cursed reahersal before the opening night
There will be beautiful sights mixed with spinning lights
while i drink my self into this gutter
I'll tell myself i'll be fine and that you were ment for broadway
heres a toast and ill meet you in the styx
live from the guillotineHere is stand , screaming my insides out at the setting sun
and as you fall asleep i sit
writing in bold letters
my heart climbs to my throat
Can you hear me?
Did my screams get carried to you on the horizon?
Push the air out of my lungs
and in this exhoustion my own shadow turns on me,
"you'll never have her, for you are as hollow as glass
and just as frai
love is an atomic bombIgnore the subtitles
and head right for the vitles.
I knew that depriving my self of oxygen
would lead to you letting me down again.
With the thickest of hearts
and our poor excuses for romantic starts
we'd end up separate
but somewhat equal in the end.
A ceremony we'll never attend
a love letter with a point to intend
that love shouldnt be something to send.
With the quickest of hearts
and our unforgettable favorite parts
we'd end up somewhat together
now and forever....
Escaping my escapesCan i be that lonely boy
escaping my escapes
with bottle in hand
(ill correct my mistakes)
Ive forgottn who i am
what ive had
and what has happened i carefully planned
I'll drink till the pain is gone
(till my heart lets its words stream down my cheaks)
I'll tip this bottle back till i forget every word to this song
(because the silence had a better melody all along)
I'll remember this like a car crash
in detail from tears to broken glass
Untitled pt. 2Keep selling me smiles
and keep your lips parted
so that everyone of your deniles
could replace your face
leaving behind a memory
in the form of a scar on my wrist
that i cant erase
(where you only a phase)
I know you liked it when i was wrapped around your finger
but i served a better purpose wrapped tight around your throat
(so heres the compromise)
I'll be nothing to you except the thorn in your side
(so heres where we part)
I'll be nothing more then a stitch on your heart
(severed all the ties)
heres the exchange of goodbyes
you wont have a part in the ending
because i know this wont be the last one ill be sending
is this starting to make sense
it does to me
because ive grown accustom to your absence...
My eyes closedI remember the day
when you said we were ment to be
and this kills for me to say
p.s you're dead to me.
So here us where love and desire
fall from my wrist
a part i wouldnt want you to miss
because im just proving to you that i exist.
Tonight is a night for chances
and I'd rather die
the to be one of your romances.
So ill have more to drink
and drive home with my eyes closed
and hope you're on that same stretch of road
you'll be he victim of a hit and run
but in all fairness im just returning the favor.
Who knew that blue eyes
could craft your demise.....
BrokenPretty eye's and distant cries
her tear stained pillow mutes all her
Broken heart split seams by all means
a tragedy struck her with ease
Filled with lies an promising goodbyes
I can feel her pain and shes anything but thrilled
The akward wait, the mixtape for her escape with
the songs we sung the ones left undone.
Screaming turns to dreaming and her
feelings are left streaming down her cheaks.
While she sleeps I trace the words to her door
i've came to fix what happen before.
Every kiss laced with words unspoken
to mend ever piece i left broken.
Six Second Poem"We're all the same," she said. "Friend, tell me," she asked, "how are we different?"
For six seconds I paused, then I said:
Some of us ..
love more than we hate,
laugh more than we cry,
work harder than we play, but
live before we die.
Some of us don't.
And that, my friend, is how we are all different.
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
I willI will love you
all the way to the place where ladybirds go to die,
to the lushest corners of the earth
that hold the secrets no man was meant to see
and we will find them, and know them together.
I will love you
all the way to the place where bubbles are made
at the bottom of a glass of cider
that blisters the glass with condensation
as we trade hats and laugh at the way the air smiles.
I will love you
all the way inside a branch where buds dream of Becoming,
where those one-day-flowers stir wooden hearts
into an uprising, into a blossoming life
and we will plant our ambitions there, in the blooming place.
I will love you
all the way to the square brackets that hold our boxes
because you are my best friends, and you will be
as we fold papery hands around paper-cut wrists and cry
and mourn eighty-odd years flown by too fast. Even then.
Even then, I will love you still.
I've ForgottenWhen she died
I tied a knot in my stomach
so I would remember
but I've been so busy
trying to remember her dying
I forgot how to forget.
how to let go -
and the doctors said
they would cut me open
and snip her out
a blade between the bows
and the pain, would be gone
but I've forgotten
how to let go -
and I still don't want to.
love didn't matter, but home was with youi.
there's still shadows left of you
even with the
little that remains. i wish
sometimes the light
would stop it's singing long enough
for them to grow,
my heart spends enough
time aching when
just the photographs
show their faces.
you took me
to a wedding once - it was a cold
night, and the
of stars in the sky made
it seem like God's
breath was reaching out
to earth. i don't remember
the names of the two who
indefinitely, anymore, not
when the wind's taken
in it's hold; but i remember crying because
love's just so damn
hard to find, and you
found me instead behind
the rosebushes that
were too stained to be called
me that sometimes
love doesn't matter, and
i (did)n't want to
you asked me once if anything
mattered, a lighter
gracing one hand and a
cigarette lining your
lips. i wasn't
sure back then
and i don't know
if i am now
(but i think i want to say yes).
my body never felt
unarticulatedtonight I ask myself:
where are you going with all these names
in your pockets? syllables that taste
unauthentic in the desperate American
repression is a series of images
earthbound angels breathing
flame, starving hands speaking
in tongues, glazed eyes
asking are you fucking okay
pale skin becoming moonlight,
reflecting and refracting and
the quiet understatement
The Elephant ManHe had elephant hands; swollen and tendered
by old age and wiping away childrens' crying
so they were leathered and carefully painted
with a veneer of the dust made by old books,
but when he read to me the pages didn't shake
and his throat didn't contract about the words
like they were enemies to be spat out, bloodied.
Lungs didn't shiver and eyes didn't milk, then.
Now, I see love ephemeral. I see love half-dead
and carving its riverbed path, slowly eroding;
until it can rejoin oceans once known in heaven.
Now, I see him ephemeral. I see him half-living.
I see the fear of burdenship as the only thing
that makes his eyes flicker how Pernod used to.
I see a beautiful, crumpled drawing of my hero
as my grandfather slips, wearily, back to sleep.
Diamond TearIn silence
I observe them
Laughing and having fun
While I'm in my corner
I feel out of place
I don't belong here
So I leave
And no one notices
Now I'm out on the street
A dark and silent one
Enjoying the breeze
Lost in my thoughts
Suddenly I hear a sob
And I look around
I see a girl
Sitting on a bench
A single diamond tear
Running down her face
I don't know her
No one else is around
I could just leave
But I can't
So I sit by her side and ask
Without looking her in the eyes
For a moment
And then she takes my hand
And we look
Into each other's eyes
And she whispers
Oxtails (Collab w/ TwilightPoetess)Somewhere between oxen and orchid,
where cattails and foxgloves wilt and weep
at the parting of another fleeing day
and stormed cloud-castles mutiny
against the weight of the rocksalt moon;
somewhere between flightless and fading,
where faery circles and dandelion crowns fall--
somewhere, beneath bark mosaiced with age,
you will siphon the remains of my heart--
churned smooth by false hope’s abuse--
into dehydrated dirt that groans for it.
I will clot the crumbling veins of anthills
with the iron debris that was once us,
until I become orchid or foxglove once more.
RemembranceCan you remember the first time
you caused my heart to flatline?
I remember it all to clear
like my greatest fall with out the fear.
Do you recall the day where everyword
chosen to say and every phrase we dropped
caused us to stay?
I keep this thought on repeat
a thought i wont let go, a thought i want to keep.
Can you think of the months
where we pulled the most unforgettable stunts?
Getting caught kissing under the stars
riding in the backseats of cars.
It was you and i running through summer shocking the world
stunning eveyone in sight.
We had the world as our stage but its time for us to take a bow......
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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