Admit it. Scream it. Howl it to the *******
moon. Your heart is soft
and so is mine
and oh how if ******* hurts sometimes.
Aug 7, 2019
Aug 7, 2019 at 1:17 PM UTC
my body, close to yours
I heard you start to cry and so I came
Aug 7, 2019
Aug 7, 2019 at 1:11 PM UTC
as silly little thoughts tumble round my head,
every so often, I tear my mind away from myself
and as I ponder life's convoluted web,
I am drawn to your strand,
and glad that it's still humming, if just gently so
it might be the longest shot there ever was,
but as I sort through my feelings, as I untangle the knots,
I hope you know I am thinking of you.
I hope you hear my love, through the silence and the noise.
I hope you know who I am and remember who you are.
Feb 6, 2013
Feb 6, 2013 at 4:37 PM UTC
I walked a thousand miles, I traveled a thousand years, and when I looked down at my feet, I found them right back here
Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 11:29 PM UTC
you and i are different, so perfectly the same
you light my world on fire and then you make it rain
Jan 10, 2013
Jan 10, 2013 at 10:22 PM UTC
slow dancing in a sunny room
on a empty day
a bright moment in a bleak outlook
removed from the channel's purposeful rush
anchored to the banks, we are free
spinning as life flows by
the room is empty, as is the day,
but we fill both with the features of our faces
and the echoes of our laughter
we spin on our heels, we spin on the moment
and it is gone
we break apart and leave the room
the sun stays behind to warm the bed
Jan 7, 2013
Jan 7, 2013 at 8:50 PM UTC
hum drum, hum drum,
the voices and the noise,
hum drum, hum drum,
the worries and the crowds,
hum drum hum drum,
monotony and routine
hum drum hum drum
dulling my senses
hum drum humdrum
making me placid
humdrum humdrum
weakens my voice
humdrumhumdrum
who is that?
it is me. i am you.
but how did you come to be so!
but surely you know; don't you remember yesterday?
that it happened, but little more than that.
Dec 3, 2012
Dec 3, 2012 at 10:58 PM UTC
I parceled out my affection
in tiny little bits
and though the rate at which I gave,
was surely not the rate at which you wanted to take
your hands stayed waiting,
for my lonely contributions
and you gathered them together
and took them to a quiet place
where they could come to know each other,
as I have come to know you, my love
Nov 30, 2012
Nov 30, 2012 at 9:46 AM UTC
I'm writing this in the middle of the night,
when there's nothing to do but sleep,
but I'm not ready to forget about the world,
wandering through dreams that aren't mine to keep
and now I lay here,
thinking about passion,
and how we sometimes put it in a droor,
to make way for practicality,
until one day, we think of it no more
dreams have a way of wilting,
when they are left to collect dust.
they slowly ferment in regret,
they suffer from distrust.
so take these words with you,
in those moments of doubt,
when you find yourself in need of a steady hand,
when people tell you to buy a suit,
when they tell you to quit the band
though a small victory it might have been,
you've tasted greatness so far,
even if it was in a dimly lit room,
in some crummy little bar
don't write off your dreams,
don't discount your success
because the magic was there,
even if the crowds were not
I've said it before,
and I'll say it again,
your music is making the world a better place:
reminding me of the beauty,
making me forgot about the haste
so do yourself a favor,
do a kindness to the world,
stick it out and see what happens,
when your waking dreams unfurl
Nov 25, 2012
Nov 25, 2012 at 2:17 PM UTC
as the howling poets gather on the mount,
to court the darkness,
in the company of the moon
I press my cheek to yours
to forget what is distant,
to show me what is real
which is only the night,
and possibly the stars
but in a patch of silence,
the whisper of a tree
escapes its seedling shell
and rises with the sun
Nov 25, 2012
Nov 25, 2012 at 1:45 PM UTC