LucidLie on a hammock and gaze,as distant galaxies rush closer,rotating in slow, smooth, oily haze;In the now lit sky,as a warm night's breeze,holds your cheeks and lets you cry;As the trees keep your company,with their caring moans and loving creaks,protecting you from all to be;Now take a breath as the stars bid goodbyes,and feel your eyelids and all their weight,let the darkness be your blanket,And close your eyes.
LiveJust let the rain fall down,and soak, splash, and dance on the sidewalk,as you skip, and flit, and smile,'just catch the lyrics and break out in song,'cause if the clouds don't care to hold on to their weight today,why should you?Roll the window down and feel the cold breeze,and ice rain, slip and smack onto you,each little drop an inside joke,between you and the skies,and resist that grin, but give in anyway,and don't let anything take away from today.'Cause why fret, and worry and hate?Why count the days 'stead of loving them?There's frankly too many things trying to kill usfor us to give in to fears and hold ourselves back.So highfive that stranger, shoulder up and tell her you love her,drain that soda and munch those chips, and get down to your favourite song.Forget about being shy! You were born good enough for everything.Go stand up and show the crowds you deserve to be seen.All our day's are numbered anyway;Death is the background to all our lives.So let's
Cicatrix Upon A RoseYou tally the sadness across your wrist.An angry-red and confused little listof all the love you deserved but missed.
AuxiliumYou're a vacuum.But I can keep my distance.You latch onto nebulae,and feed off of their light.To wear as your face,worn desperately tight.You're a facade.But I can read you like a book.You can't seem to love yourself,and your quest is of hedonism.So you collect all these masks,all you treasure is plagiarism.You're a leech.But I carry salt.You drink out of our veins,but all you find there is smoke.But you chug it down anyway,I hope you choke.You're a snake.But I keep a flute.Your smile is all lips,to hide your sharpened teeth.But your clay has chips,and your knife has no sheath.Just look into the mirror,there aren't any cracks.You'll finally see clearer,and I'll cover your tracks.You're a scratched and weathered diamond.
LimboI sit here, hands holding my temples down as if upon their removal my thoughts would burst out and flood the streets, tearing away at your beliefs as water erodes rock, and dragging you into my limbo like the monster underneath your bed.But for now they hold fast, keeping the lid shut tight.There's just so much here. The tiniest spark hold a forest fire. A raindrop but the entire storm contained.And you're here too. ALL of you. I can hear all of you: your laughter, your sobbing, the gasp as you break the surface of unconsciousness from your sleep, always barely escaping the demons to breath and be caressed back to sleep by reality.Sometimes it's comforting, a million souls cheering me on in a thought.Sometimes it's horrifying, a million voices screaming their way to be heard, screeching and begging to not be alone, not hearing me call back reminding them that they're not.And when I grow tired of it I can always leave. One step of mine could be a meter to the left or a th
HummingbirdHumming and tapping,eyes singing and fingers snapping.Seem's like I just can't ever hold still.I've got this sort of permanent thrill,An unlimited battery on a curious drill.This planet just spins a little too slow.'Cause I'm like the rapids equipped an infinite flow,and my thoughts march on and on and on and grow.My fingers twitch and oh glob, just walk past her!And I've hoped, and whined and teared at the plaster,My thoughts are like Rōnin, no care for a master."What's that mean? More caffeine!" I'm always running fast.But sometimes there's moments placed too soon in the past,Moment's where I'd rather the clock outlast.And all those moments are with you.
Enflamed Optic Nerves"Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder",so I lit my eyes on fire,and now they sit and smolder.
Brief Glances and Gold ChancesWatching the smoke swirl and swish,smiling at your tiny subtle glance.I'm turning the stars back on so make a wish,playing with fire and dancing with chance.
Wander With MeRun with me;away from any of this useless anxiety,away from all this notoriety,away from this fucked up society.Blend with me;past all the hated halls,past all these worthless brawls,past all these chained walls.Come with me;to never again be so frail,to the coasts and we'll set sail,to forget about our own sad tales.Build with me;when our ark crumbles and we wash ashore,when we can breath and not have to pay for it anymore,when we're no longer pawns in someone else's war.Walk with me;through these forgotten lands,through the trees, and softest sands,through the years, holding hands.Hold on with me;as they find us and all is lost,as our city falls and turns to frost,as they chain us back, it was worth the cost.Dance with me;and shrug away all your concerns,and watch as their city burns,and know the wheel of time forever turns.And wander with me;again when it all folds over and starts anew,again when we find each other in this deja vu,again as a thousand l
Mama's EyesShe said to her daughter,"Goodnight."And her little girlNo longer littleLooked up in her mama's eyes,And said,"Goodbye."And Mama thought nothing of it,Till her little girlNo longer littleNever looked up in her mama's eyesAgain.
Don't Understand....I just do not understand,There's tiny teardrops in my hand;My blood is dripping on the ground,My breaking heart's the only sound.My heart shatters like a stone,I don't know why, but I'm all alone. My memories are frozen in time,Remembering torture, remembering crime.The wind is screaming through the trees,Voices carried on each breeze;Spirits try to hold my hand,But I just do not understand.Secrets kept, no one shall tell,I am trapped inside a spell.My tears are falling rather fast,As I remember all of my past.Towards the river I start to crawl,I look at it and start to bawl.It reflected evil, reflected you,Reflected anger and lies turned true.So many thoughts rush through my head,My secret life is filled with dread.This lonesome night I must wash away, Must wash the pain of another day.The last of my hopes, last of my love, Just burst to flames and flew up above.I feel my life has reached the end, There is no way my heart can mend.My tho
I Run With MetaphorsI still remember the day you told me that metaphors must be liars,which got me to wonder what you must think of me.Is my mind as toxic as the thoughts that run across a page?After all, I do have a mind that speeds like arun on sentence running on ink.I asked you what you thought of similes and youtold me you liked them because you always misread the word for "smiles",and that must be ok as long as the "smiles" you see aren't fake.Well, I'll tell you I've faked a smile beforebut I could never fake a poem, a prompt, or a written down thoughtand telling me to stop using metaphors because they're a lieis like telling the sun to stop shining because it's too damn bright.They run through my blood stream and dance through my body,and the only way to stop them is to stop my beating heart.No, I don't believe that metaphors are liars;they're storytellers, and they've written me a hundred times over.
Sex EducationWhen I was 8 years oldI kissed my friend on the cheekwithout thinking.I still feel the playground gravelon my facethe words“that's disgusting!”ringing in my head.When I was 12 years oldI stared at the diagram on the boarda woman and a manand I felt like thatI didI liked boys and thatwas normal so it wasmy normal.When I was 14 years oldI watched wet mouthed as a girlwho hated mesneered the word dykefrom a cupids bowmouth thatI wantedto taste.When I was 16 years oldI had my first boyfriendand so I couldn't be confused.His touch set fires in my skinand if my headturned when a womanwalked past, welldidn't everyone's?When I was 18 years oldI had my hand up a stranger's skirtand couldn't sayafterwards who wasmore shockedbecause I liked boysso couldn't understandwhat happened.When I was 20 years oldI knew what 'bisexual' meantand the song insidewas one of rage.Nobody told meyou could be greyin a world ofblack and white.
oh, i love you, i'm sorryi will pretend not to knowwhat heartbreak feels like, i will pretend that a smilefits right on my lipsi will laugh because,i know i have failed as your childyou dont have to knowyou dont have to know
goldenrodwe met in september,on the honeycomb-cuspbetween summer and autumn.we were a wheat field,a corn husk,warm and toasted into blonde strands,our eyes dry and itching,our hands entwinedwith daffodil petals.in the nine a.m. sun,we broke bread,spraying sandy crumbson our beach-tanned skin.placing dandelions in my hair,you kissed me, twice.
.she saysdarling,you weren't madefor anything else(cutting this cord day by day)
All You Care AboutYou don't careWhat I do,You don't careWhat I feel.All you careAbout is howTo turn meInto the thing,Which doesEverything youSay, withoutObjections.How to turnMe into theThing, whichAgrees withYour everyOpinion, withoutObjections.Will you careAbout whatI do,About whatI feel,When I'll beGone?
Solace through the tears it is hard to seethere is strength in a merciful actweakness in hesitant grief though my heart still achesin your eyes I sawI was trustedI was lovedI was forgiven