Hard to say why new
matters to
me,
(who is someone
new forgets)
hard to say
when I will learn
about forgetting
but I still know how to grow.
Jan 1, 2017
Jan 1, 2017 at 3:20 PM UTC
hold your head high boy, because we've been here before. we have been to this place where sadness holds us and tears us apart. but we're quiet now. i have love but we can't look at it. silence is our home. it keeps our hearts at bay and let's us keep walking through life like we never were. and my how we've grown.
hold your head high boy, because we've been here before.
tell me the reason why
time
has this hold on us
tell me why the clock
talks like a devil.
it's okay
i get it.
so let us hold our hearts apart
and never wonder
but my
how we've grown.
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 11:06 PM UTC
there was a time
when i thought the sun
was a myth
hidden in words
like demeter and persephone
there is fog here
and the night comes too quickly
and you are wrapped in
sadness.
tears fall out of my eyes
like anvils
sometimes only gravity keeps us here.
and i am only here to tell you
when the fog lifts
the light will be where you left it.
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 11:04 PM UTC
one of my problems is that i am in love with falling in love.
my friends will tell you that.
and they will sigh because they are always the ones who hear me howl.
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 9:38 PM UTC
there are treasures for you but you cannot hold them. not with your hands stretched this wide because you can know love but it will flow through you. love can do that. flowers will wilt and their leaves will dry like they've never known water but the truth is they have. and i have known you. and i love you but we will falter. and i love you but we will rise again.
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 10:50 AM UTC
"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade:
Exit seraphim and Satan's men:
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)
I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)"
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 8:30 PM UTC
i will bide my time
here,
with you my
love,
for it was you,
who came with,
the gift of love.
to my barricaded
door
and knocked gentle
and soothed my
unruly mind.
you came with a box, wrapped, in compassion
and tied with, ribbons of joy
and inside...
hope, on the wings
of butterflys.
i will bide with you,
my love,
i will bide with you.
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 4:36 PM UTC
the world and love and you
the world is not meant for me
beauty might be everywhere
and stars might fall and trees might
reach to the sky that might be blue
that might have sun
and light,
and glory
but light burns
and stars fall anyways
and glory is for
heroes
and i am out of love and out of
life
and the world is not meant for me.
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 4:25 PM UTC
my swollen soul
my secret
soaked in heavy darkness
i am alone.
i drain the sea of all its life and dark waters swirl through me
but secretly
secretly.
here i hold the dark blue heart of fire
the melancholy hue that takes light
from light and swallows the bellows of a smothered lonely heart.
but even in the sadness
and the madness of sweet solitude
music holds me and rocks me-
and notes flow through sorrow
like it is nothing-
songs swell too
and the world is true
(it takes me back.)
so choirs sing my soul to ease
and i can sit on hands and knees
while billowing chords cry love like
suns still shining
when the world bows away
this world will have me
i can stay.
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 4:22 PM UTC
i am malleable.
i could be a succinct calamity
with small macabre alcoves
full of the furies from my heart
do not open them-
i am pandora.
still, without them
i am impenetrable.
i can be a composition.
a lullaby, or some sweet aria
with a gargantuan finish.
or, just silence - a statue
in shy circumstance.
i have an obnoxious heart
that just can't handle love
with any dignity:
i am every figurative phoenix
and i will see light again.
i am malleable.
but for the love of god
do not hurt me.
Jun 28, 2014
Jun 28, 2014 at 4:14 PM UTC