The weather channel predicted
It was going to be a cold fall morning
But truthfully
it was quite freezing
I saw her rush past shutters
all with different colors
wearing a dreadful look on her face
Thoughts circulated for a moment before
she returned
CRACK CRACK CRACK
The sound of her heels meeting the ground  were like thunderstorms mixed with cannon fire on the fourth of July
Blue, yellow, green, and red
The order in which she passed the shutters
This time with a different face
Brighter than the first
yet more empty than the last
Why the sudden change in mood
Was it that brief moment in time where she could actually feel free
Or
Was it the blisters bursting on the soles of her feet that made her feel something more

Blink.
Blink.
Stop to listen.
Breath in the air that is given to you
Slow it down
Enjoy it

The desert air
Heavy yet empty
I feel you

So
How is everyone really doin
right now

Driven by passion
Anchored by love
This ship will continue to sail

Happy days the ones we treasure
Forget the pain, enjoy the pleasure
Stainless mornings, unforgettable nights
reckless decisions after dimming the lights
Oh the games we’ve played would make them tremble
The monsters we’ve shared we won’t remember  
Those happy days I will always treasure
Now happy days are just buried pleasures

Some days I fall in love
Some days I fall

There could be,
But there wasn’t
And that’s okay

Pull me in closer, grip my skin
Remove the flesh from the bones to reveal what is in
Overwhelming with Beaty, but it was her soul that I craved
No words were ever needed, only the vibes that she made

No form of shaking, or nerve sensation can testify her inner glory
The moans she’s making with the breaths she’s taking will justify her inner fury

I have traveled the seas through and through
Created a map from me to you
I hoisted the colors and manned the sails
Patched every breach you could ever entail
I’ve uncovered many treasures, I’ve made it to many shores
but it was her furious waters I truly adored

It was the part of you I could never find
It was a part of me I could never get back

I might not be “the One”
But Ill be the one you won’t forget

She skipped the carotid artery and went straight for the heart
****** it dry and left me empty.

As the tide rolls in the sky fades to black
The wind picks up as the rain comes crashing down
We no longer cower in fear
This violent disturbance has been the very thing we’ve craved
Take my hand and let this disaster carry us deep into storm

The time we spent is the time now gone
Thankfully
It was in my dreams you decided to stay

Perfection entitled in every which way
Enforced my emotions at the end of this may
When it's hidden you'll see the enlightenment in me
For what lights you might see, you see feelings are free
For lust I might have for this greedy mistake
This Pride is my winning as this heart shall not break.

What is a picture?
A picture is quite simple to explain.
You can say it is an image sketched out onto a piece of paper, or a image burned into the back of your head. it's something unable to be changed overtime. It is here, it is there, and it will stay the way it is.
There is nothing you can do to change a picture.

Like notes on a measure we were welded together
Seam to seam, station to station
Holding hands for the perfect migration

For something so small I would've never thought twice
Till a stab in the back and a vicious dog bite
had me break at the knees, now my hands in the dirt
You could of shot me a smile so I could have left with a smirk
For something so small I would've never thought twice.

Ten months lost in my own thoughts
three hundred and one days and my mind continues to rot  
how long will it be until I loose myself?
how long will it take me to figure out I've changed?
stay locked away and ill keep myself encaged
maybe its for the best that I condemn myself in this place, a place full of bad mistakes that cant be erased
I see you in my sleep every night
lost in my head these dreams are all I have
Erase Me

She’s the blackness in the sky that sits above the clouds
Somewhere between moonlight and midnight with an undefined sound
A pitch with a whistling ring, wakeful to the ears of all men
We cattle in line like constellations for the chance to speak to her again

I’m not awake for my wellbeing
It’s become a pain in my chest that can’t be explained
Unprovoked and out of control
Here I lay  
Where the doors are closed and the shutters are drawn
This tattered coach has become my home

You spoke to me in ways I’ve never been spoken to
A language said to be used by the moon
echoing in the calmest of places
I saw you
you seen me
“And.”
that was enough

Like my first sip of jack you had me making that face
something I enjoyed more you had me skipping that chase
As you slurred your words, I fell deep into your eyes
Was it love at first sight, or your heart illuminating mine?
Now when I envision perfection I can only see you holding my hands, and three things blue
It’s hidden you see, the clarity in me
For what lights you might see, you see feelings are free
Now emotions have rose in such a dastardly way, but like you my pride is my winning as this heart shall not break

This ocean will billow, deep and true
creating currents from me to you
From the offing to the beach
The tide will flux with infant like waves
And when the brine reaches our feet
We will know we have made it to a better place

My heart was found inside this sunken chest in the midst of this burnt down town

Where windows were smashed and doors kicked in. there’s no verbiage that could describe this noun

I have fled from homes where the sun would rise and make my way back from where the sun would set

Searching for a niche in this constant glitch with no codes or terms to be met

Within my dreams I can see a star as bright as a summer day. Making its way through this tarnished town with only positive things to say

“There’s hardly any life in the soil beneath the ash, trust me I’ve been looking for years.”

She grabbed my hand, helped me to my feet and told me to wipe away the tears

Where the rubble stood tall she plucked a flower and began to sing a song

Words so soft and as clear as day I knew she could have never been wrong

She said
“Grow only in a way you know.”

Now I could finally see

Where the rubble once lied she grew a forest, a sea as green as could be