To the end of the earth, we tread.
A million miles pressed into our feet.
It ends here, where you rest your head,
weary and worn with defeat.
This landscape challenges all sanity.
Against the rocks, an intrinsic glare.
This is the end of all humanity
where your weight is mine to bear.
Jan 10, 2011
Jan 10, 2011 at 6:08 PM UTC
It's a chilly evening.
Our breath, billowing.
Every offset light,
framing her face.
Our frantic ears,
scrambling to keep pace.
The simple warmth
of a flushed cheek
sends my mind reeling.
And the exquisite contours
of a trembling hand,
well...
Dec 26, 2010
Dec 26, 2010 at 9:58 PM UTC
Built against the sky,
lets watch them crumble
at our feet.
Emerge, with me,
from the wreckage.
And I'll carry the weight of your world.
Nov 29, 2010
Nov 29, 2010 at 7:56 PM UTC
I don't know what this is,
where we are,
or how it came to be.
All I know is I believe in it,
believe in you,
and what you give to me.
Nov 9, 2010
Nov 9, 2010 at 5:00 PM UTC
Inhale, release.
How unfamiliar?
A brief moment of clarity.
From this mold,
I've made a home.
I'm slipping through the cracks,
so keep up with me.
J'ai été témoin de toute une forme nouvelle de la beauté.
Gardez-moi ici, dans cet endroit.
Nov 4, 2010
Nov 4, 2010 at 6:03 PM UTC
While I deteriorated,
and the edges unfurled,
I found your name.
Somewhere in me,
along the fault line,
you were etched in dust.
Oct 6, 2010
Oct 6, 2010 at 4:47 PM UTC
Peel away my face.
Navigate. Search. Delve.
I want you to tear me to shreds.
Leave my parts on the floor.
Examine them.
And most importantly,
tell me what you see.
Aug 16, 2010
Aug 16, 2010 at 12:48 AM UTC
By your words, I am slain.
And I feel the blood,
as it pours out of me,
boiling as you paint the walls.
I feel this,
and I am satisfied.
Maybe not a crime of passion,
but it is a crime nonetheless.
And it assures me
that you are just as capable
of dying as I am.
Aug 5, 2010
Aug 5, 2010 at 9:02 PM UTC
The past, it has shackled me to the floor.
And now, here, in this desolate place,
we claw at each other like tethered beasts.
You are held down, just as I am, but I see no shackles.
Tell me, how did we really get here?
Aug 5, 2010
Aug 5, 2010 at 8:55 PM UTC
I am unaware of my surroundings.
My head is, well, reeling.
I hear many things,
but my fragile mind can process
only the sound of the rushing air.
Aug 5, 2010
Aug 5, 2010 at 8:47 PM UTC