hit it with grace and stroke it with fire
"you're burning up, baby"
position for hire!
Required: a touch, a voice, a peace
of mind for rent,
Contempt for the East.
The light that it brings meets no welcome here.
tell me a secret
lend me your ear
Sep 3, 2011
Sep 3, 2011 at 7:13 PM UTC
your arms are etched
with red and black
they're the story of summer that I look back
on
have i forgotten the sound of the waves
the soft of the cushion
the games that we played
we learned different strategy
and sing different tunes
my only regret is
that i missed the moons
which marked all the hours
of the days that we spent;
we didn't know curses
we didn't pay rent
the days idled wildy
the nights sauntered on,
your arms tell the story
of the summer that's gone
Sep 3, 2011
Sep 3, 2011 at 7:10 PM UTC
liquid air is every where
the cracks, your lids, my sinews
a floating seed, can't find the
need to ever settle down
if there were snow, I wouldn't know
or care to check the flurry
it's summer and it's winter now;
the sky is in no hurry
Sep 3, 2011
Sep 3, 2011 at 7:09 PM UTC
what's a minute worth
can you fit who you are into just a few seconds
impress them with sentiments,
choose the right words
to make an impression that you hope is lasting
that buckles their knees
can you sing like a bird
with just the right tempo
not too slow or too rushed
first moments are sacred
play it cool
don't get crushed
Sep 3, 2011
Sep 3, 2011 at 7:08 PM UTC
once i am real
i won't be ugly
i'll be the wholest peice of joy
that was ever served
at a lover's table
the details aren't pretty and my hair is a mess
the most beautiful confessions
are wrinkled and pressed
the wholest fake person that there ever was
but once i am real
i'll fall and i'll buzz
all over my words and all over the room
a bee busy being
in love with the moon
Sep 3, 2011
Sep 3, 2011 at 7:07 PM UTC
maybe i could feel you
if i hadn't lost my heart
(not courage, though, i've got that one)
the kind that lets you start
to find the sun on a rainey day before other eyes can see
the heart that gave its life for you
when it ran away from me
i tried to keep it in my throat
to sing you pretty songs
but i swallowed it by accident
my belly's full of wrongs.
maybe it's for the best,
my hoodlum of a heart
i'm sure her space can be replaced with
men and food and art.
that's what my teachers tell me
so it must be (is. what's. so?)
i hope you don't run too fast, baby
and that you don't have far to go.
Sep 3, 2011
Sep 3, 2011 at 7:04 PM UTC
if I shrank my dreams in half then they might fit inside my body.
my masterplans cover my floor and my fantasies hang out in my rearview window.
if my fingers knew how to be musical then they wouldn't ever lay down to sleep with me.
the belly that hang on this cage ripples with every beat of its lark.
lovers would be knocking down my door if they could hear the song I have in store
for them.
Sep 3, 2011
Sep 3, 2011 at 7:00 PM UTC
i'd like to suggest a new lesson
for kids to learn to write
about heartbreak;
and how to navigate the waters
and chop down the saplings that grew from the
precious seeds of promises
that we planted in the warm dirt
that stained our shirts
and a chapter about hurt
about how it's coming
but it's ok
cause there was never a question about how much he loved you
it's just that we were too young to hold up our expectations
and too blind to see the faults
that cracked open to reveal our cowardice
that we filled in with volume, growing louder with every tremor
i didn't mean to tie you down
but my hair is so long that sometimes even I get caught up in it
I want to write you a chapter of apologies in any language you can understand
I'll bind it with maturity and print it on parchment so you know that it is not to be taken lightly
the heirarchy of words is so hard to uncover
I know that my blunders are what you heard
and my heart is what you missed
Sep 3, 2011
Sep 3, 2011 at 6:59 PM UTC
i hear the pitter patter of the rain over head
and it's filling up the silence left by words unsaid
and i never wanna get dry
cause even bruised legs are beautiful underwater
and the wrinkles make my skin too soft to leave a bad impression
i will not be afraid of the thunder
i know that if i listen hard enough it will drown out the
sound of your exit
which was not at all eloquent
and we made a mess of it,
didn't we?
i wrote your promises on the bottom of my shoes
in the hopes that they would be imprinted on my sole.
if God took the time to carve the stars out in your eyes
and sew the spaces in my heart
I should've learned that greed isn't love,
but i couldn't get enough.
i know that no one wants a lifetime before
they've had the time to live
i'd climb back up to heaven if your stars were mine to give
and i've never been much for throwing anything away
but if you see a shooting star you'll know it was me;
and my apology
from a hundred miles away.
the truth is, i'm accountable for half of the tears
that make up the ocean of anyone's heart break.
i'm wishing i could call you to my sleep
i'm wishing i could get used to sleeping
but i can't stop thinking how if God gave me a basket
of all the eyes he's ever made
i would have yours in my pocket in a second.
because they would be better off there than in my heart;
and i wouldn't be so jealous of whoever gets to call them hers
summer monsoons and spring showers
aren't the same as this kind of downpour
i will weather this storm in the name of
lessons learned
when bridges burn,
even the angels hold their breath
Sep 3, 2011
Sep 3, 2011 at 6:57 PM UTC
I know I'm young; but that it doesn't make me brave.
I know magic is real.
and the only thing I have to do is die...but I am not afraid.
You see, I hear dead soprano's stories coursing through my veins and I know
the day I join them they will say "thank you, sister, for singing"
and I will say "thank you, sisters, for being!"
and we will choose the next little girl with wild in her mane
who is searching for her voice just to speak her name.
I know mine is plain and that my words may never be as eloquent as my day dreams
but I'll never stop telling the stars how beautiful they are as if they've never heard it before.
I know that the longest nights come after the days that are too fast
and that's about it.
Sep 3, 2011
Sep 3, 2011 at 6:56 PM UTC