I thought we were quite close
The last six months beg to differ
Oct 18, 2014
Oct 18, 2014 at 9:22 PM UTC
You are a vast cliff face
But I am a falcon
And where many see a dull rocky drop
I see layers of beautiful mossy stone
Carved by millions of years of rushing water
You are life and you are death
Souls ****** themselves from your jagged maw
While I bring forth new life in those same stones
Where broken men lie in the lapping water
You clothe, and shelter me in a cloak of feathers
That matches the shade of your stunning charcoal halls
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 10:32 PM UTC
I could taste rushing waters on her lips
On yours I found only dust
But even still you wonder why
I favor the river over it's bed
Jul 21, 2014
Jul 21, 2014 at 8:15 PM UTC
We could have travelled the world on the seas
But we were wrecked and sunk by desperation
Now only dreams can unfurl our sails
Jul 8, 2014
Jul 8, 2014 at 9:16 PM UTC
I'm glad they make you feel this way
I'm sorry that I never could
Jun 30, 2014
Jun 30, 2014 at 8:38 AM UTC
I have mended my many torn stitches
I know so many who need a seamstress
I always pull out my needle and thread
But my stitches keep coming loose again
Jun 21, 2014
Jun 21, 2014 at 9:18 PM UTC
When I offered you my hide
You stitched it together to keep the both of you warm
When I offered you my flesh
You stoked it on a fire which you kindled with my bones
When I offered you my fangs
You crafted them into a crown to adorn her head
When I offered you my heart
You laughed and ripped it out of my empty chest
When she stole your pelt, burnt your bones, and ate your heart
I simply had nothing left to give you
Jun 13, 2014
Jun 13, 2014 at 9:20 PM UTC
Destiny is the dismembered head in that box in your hands
It could be ******
Smelling like a broken home and a shiny briefcase
It could be rotting
Like the stomach of the starving child climbing into the van
Or it could as old and dry
As the grass after winter under feet that have only known glass and shouting
Features still intact
A beagle playing with a stick
As his twin in recent memories gnaws on a stick of a starving leg
Close your eyes
Hold your breath
And once your heart is leaping out of your parched throat
Open the lid
Destiny is the dismembered head in that box in your hands
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 10:14 AM UTC
I lost my love on the corner of North High and Third
Forest green and thick maroon highlighted your subtle disdain
While the supple russet leather on your waist brought out your eyes
Your head ran free on gilded wings of sapphires and satin
Mine calculated with steel and ice and thunder and venom
It was here we waltzed as machines bred with beasts
Our gears ground themselves into wheels without purpose
Your lips met ten strangers in neon darkness
Mine covered aching fangs begging to be retracted
I lost my love on the corner of North High and Third
Jun 12, 2014
Jun 12, 2014 at 9:52 AM UTC