If everything is not
and no
and don't you go,
sing out your singular heart all alone
and in your basement
and in my car outside the store to the clap
and my start
and to Miss Mary Mack,
went to the track to sing it out
and loud
and proud, when the track goes black don't take it back
realize what you're really never gonna reach
and more
and will never want to be then
let it go outside when it snows
and bury it deep in the sea
or in a creak below the stairs
where the "don't you" goes
because what you aren't to me
might be what I'll never be.
Even out in the deep deep dark of a blackedout heartbeat
rat-a-tat tapping in a car next to you
or me
but I'm not here
and saying no
and don't you go somewhere
at this point in time I could apologize, my moats are filled with tacks
to stop you in your tracks
and just so you own't go back out
bring back my pack
all dressed in gold and black
so we might hold you close
at the end of one thing
and the beginning of a new thing, a possibly cruel thing
and I know you wont say you don't do this to me
and leave the closest car seat cold
but if you do
and everything for me is no
and no
and don't you go then nothing for you
will be
to do
and go
and won't be missed
I'll clap to see you go out by the tracks, all dressed in black
singing Miss Mark Mack to myself out in the black backseat of my car
outloud.
Nov 7, 2014
Nov 7, 2014 at 9:28 PM UTC
*Saying "I love you" the first time is easy
it's the second time that's hard.*
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 11:41 PM UTC
there are pieces of me hidden in the walls that you will never forget
but that's not your occupation now
chasing down younger stars by the seas
if you were a good host you would've at least made toast
but you never did find the right combination of pills and tries to be perfect
so we all go hungry
rust-red shoulders, shark-flesh skin
in debtors prison before the week begins
you've been dying since the day divorce first came around
hollowed out syncopated, broken and unborn
I'm radioactive and I'm in love
I'm ready to go but we can't go slow
has anybody seen the gasman goin' round?
this is the day and the glory
fuel set to fire
fractals in the walls all going down
the spaces that we share were my all-time favorite hiding places
but you knew them all too well
now we're planetary alignments on rusty shocks
but you're pluto a voyager away
gold-veined limbs smashing clocks into scattered ticking parts
priceless gems from eras never passed
it's the strangest medicine we've tasted
the only one we need
is this fantasy
I learned nothing about dying this year in science
stranger medicine I haven't learned to make
Jul 16, 2014
Jul 16, 2014 at 10:52 PM UTC
I threw my muse out a window so selfishly
I couldn't hold her any longer
I thought my heart would break
she did not fall towards earth
no not my star
she flew up
and returned to her home in the sky
my muse now warms my days from afar
though she is no longer mine
I should've known that no one person
can hold onto the sun
Jul 5, 2014
Jul 5, 2014 at 9:35 PM UTC
Suddenly
me without you is colder than a March pool.
Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 5:54 PM UTC
Share your life and fall away
infect the world you left behind
while we fall apart moving on
away, again to Broadway sound
a turn you'll never take
although the concert halls have your dollars now.
When oh when did we start going down?
Our vices, come to overspent life
while the world keeps rolling, rolling on
without you, without you while our sins keep
finding sinners to latch onto once again.
When oh when did I start writing in "I live for you"
and not "I love you"? It's not a healthy mistake,
though it's one I wont stop making.
Our slippery slope, held in high esteem
like true love
even though they aren't the same.
Our vices, come to overspent life
while the world keeps rolling, rolling on
without you, without you while our sins keep
finding sinners to latch onto once again.
You did just the same
didn't see the stars falling to stand next to you.
can we really save another person?
Or do I think that life's just passing
while we're all just standing by
waiting for feelings to reboot?
I liked it.
Our vices, come to overspent life
while the world keeps rolling, rolling on
without you, without you while our sins keep
finding sinners to latch onto once again.
Why not float away again, never return the same
infect the world you left behind?
When you're gone you don't get a single word.
We're done with you,
We're dont without you
and you're done without your mind
the ones you left behind.
Our vices, come to overspent life
while the world keeps rolling, rolling on
without you, without you while our sins keep
finding sinners to latch onto once again.
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 9:11 AM UTC
If nobody means it
it's poison on your tongue
right when I want you
dead.
This ain't the real world
your friends aren't two-fold
& you couldn't keep away from
this.
All you only are the words your bias
can propel. And tell your crowd
I hope they lie in wait & in service to you.
Don't betray yourself and tell
the truth.
If and says it it wouldn't be the same,
but here it's you. And everybody
at this party you weren't invited to
knows that you can't quite be trusted
at all.
Because you'll catch yourself in lies
& smiles you're faking because the poison
you are spreading are only touching you
Medusa. We won't look you in the
eyes.
Lies & goodbyes are so in style.
It's a poisoned life
to be lead & leading you.
It's something anyone might do
but every time,
it's you.
Jun 2, 2014
Jun 2, 2014 at 1:28 PM UTC
It's a wet gray cloudy traveling day
These are the days that I fear,
these are the days that I live for.
Because the fear can't last, the planes
don't crash, & the clouds are pure up top.
It's a wet gray cloudy traveling day.
These are the days that I pray.
It's the neatest writing I've ever done,
it's the neatest end that we've come from.
And the skies keep fissuring.
The world keeps turning, skies
don't keep on burning, 'cept at the 838 mile-per-hour
my mind goes to freeze the sun in my eyes.
It blinds.
It's a wet gray cloudy traveling day.
These are the days that I pray.
It's the neatest writing I've ever done,
it's the neatest end that we've come from.
And the skies keep feeling fractal.
These are the days that I pray.
When the streetlights don't go out &
the skies change gray, I beg.
Because weather like this is for change.
When rain & sky never have a say
everything is here on the ground, I say!
It's a wet gray cloudy traveling day.
These are the days that I pray.
It's the neatest writing I've ever done,
it's the neatest end that we've come from.
And the skies keep flashing flat.
It's the neatest writing I've ever done.
It's the neatest end that we've come from.
The light stays simple, the lives end late,
but the clouds don't have a say.
Because they're the days I fear to move
& do & be. Be neat.
It's a wet gray cloudy traveling day.
These are the days that I pray.
It's the neatest writing I've ever done,
it's the neatest end that we've come from.
And the skies keep feeling frail.
It's a wet gray cloudy traveling day.
These are the days that I pray.
It's the neatest writing I've ever done,
it's the neatest end that we've come from.
But the skies keep turning.
But the skies keep turning.
May 29, 2014
May 29, 2014 at 12:03 PM UTC
atomic nuclear power plant of life and joy and woe
here to the bitter, buried end, bleeding in the snow
the smallest parts have the biggest burn
the biggest thing we build is made of parts of us, all brighter than the gold
it's the little things that keep us jumping on
turning faces into pictures
twisting cries away from us
ascending friction goverened lives
i say we are unbroken, that we can't be broken
bonded here for life
plated wonderous processes, slides that aren't all clear
and if you're standing there alone, know that you wont be there for long
it's the little things that keep us jumping on
it's the little things that keep us jumping on
everything starts small and sparkling
building things with no charge
and no weight inherent
add a dose of positive self-negitivity
and boom.
go out and create chains to fallicate your flaws
i never knew you wanted me there too
well here i go with
it's the little things that keep us jumping on
turning faces into pictures
twisting cries away from us
ascending friction goverened lives
i say we are unbroken, that we can't be broken
bonded here for life
unbroken and unbreakable
made all out of stars
i am the god particle, about to go nuclear
turning faces into pictures
twisting cries away from us
ascending friction goverened lives
i say we are unbroken, that we can't be broken
bonded here for life
May 28, 2014
May 28, 2014 at 2:01 PM UTC
I wish I had a place.
I wish I had my own place
to be.
and be with and whom i please
but I do not
and must resign myself to measured hair and measured time with those who ought to stay
their leisure I cannot welcome in this place I cannot stay
and I fear that this is a prison wall.
built to be alone.
I see them turn away.
I'm wont to walk my yard alone.
I'm wont to keep my space.
but turn and turn again i find these hoops I know I've lead astray.
these verses fabled mine and yours.
but the walls I do not know
and cannot entrust with the heart of mine.
and surely never yours.
so turn away I'll take my stride.
alone along my yard.
because the places I called home.
contain me in their lines.
now call it house and wait for home
I place I want to stay
this isn't one I ought've known
a place I cannot stay.
May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 1:24 PM UTC