I’ve never been more awake
And all I want is to scream your name
It is for you i ache
As my lungs fill and break
With every intake

‘I don’t run with the world’
She said, ‘I run beside it’
He reached out to heal her
But found instead that
He moved through her

I am full of love to overflowing
but there is
                 no one
                             to
                           drink.

If he read the things I wrote for him
Would he think I’d lost my mind?

Every time I think of him
I’m reminded of his scars.

Yet all I see are stars
And the glory that is him.

If I fell up into the stars
Would time be wasted there?

Everyday I miss you
But tonight I miss you more
For in the morning you should smile
But tonight the sky’s tears pour
And tonight I miss you more

Everyday gets easier
But tonight is hard
For lavender rain falls
Where wild laughter should flow
And tonight I miss you more

Everyday we spend a part
But tonight I feel you near
This time should be spent together
But “Quoth the Raven ‘Nevermore’”
And tonight I miss you more

My heart is full to bursting
And joy has filled my soul
I am loved and I love
And joy has filled my soul

The sunflower blooms
Beneath a cold heartless moon
On a deep summers eve
In the middle of june
When the nightsong sweetly swoons
The lark from the bough softly croons
On a deep summers eve
In the dark heart of june
The crow flowers true
In the deep dark and blue
On a deep summers eve
In the hot black of june

There is a certain kind of chaos
That I genuinely crave in my bones
The kind of chaos that reaps no destruction
The eases out in puddles and in eddies
That builds love in the grass
And grows trees in the night
That empties itself into the stars
And spills onto the moon,
Nesting around the sun
And warming the hearts of the young

Snowflake, snowflake
Floating on down

Snowflake, snowflake
Drifting through town

Snowflake, snowflake
What do you see?

Snowflake, snowflake
Have you come to see me?

Just passing through?
If you come back, tell me what’s new.
I long to see the world,
Laid out before me, unfurled

But alas little snowflake
I am trapped in the ice

Oh snowflake, snowflake
Let me see through your eyes.

There’s this girl you see....
She works at the store down the road
And she has big brown eyes
And the softest smile
And a way about her that makes me think
That no one’s ever written about her
But I hope someday someone
Writes her an epic
That wipes the emptiness
From her fairy-like frame

My body is a temple
And it’s made of glass,
Adorned by that by
Which it was made

You can hear the stars
If you just listen closely
And they say that they

Are lonely like you
Floating, lost in the darkness
Of the soft abyss

I collect broken people
I put the cracked shells on a shelf
And try and try to fix them
But I keep cutting them
On the broken pieces of myself

To love
Is an honor

To be loved
Is an envy

To sit in the moon
And gaze down on you

To look on in loving admiration
With desire, my hearts malformation

Even the stars would weep
To see sad little old me

I could write ballads for your eyes
And odes to your smile
But for now I will write a lament
To the heart that can’t be mine

It’s the fact that you know
And it changed nothing

It’s the fact that your eyes
Will hold mine for just too long

It’s the fact that I am so in love
And all we will ever be is friends

It’s the fact that you see me for the fraud I am
And know that the apathy is only pretense

It’s the fact that I am alone
And I see you in togetherness

And I am alone

There was chaos in the music

Low and brutal
And horribly beautiful

There was chaos in the music

And he floated in every strain
Each unholy note, accented with pain

There was chaos in the music

The sweet smell of sweat dampened denim
Somewhere between pine sap and cinnamon
Where I can settle in by the beat of your heart

Pin-****** of light
My stars in the darkness
Her smile warms my heart
And his eyes break it
Gentleness and kindness
They are my key and my door
A tender hug and a harsh voice
Reprimand and encouragement
My little pin-****** of light
You showed me that perhaps—
all is not lost
And I hope that I did the same

I miss the me
That used to be
And I know, I am she
But still yet, I am not me

I miss the he
That used to be
And I know, that it is he
But still yet, that isn’t he

And I miss the we
That used to be
And I know, we’re still we
But still yet, this isn’t we

Where does one go
When their rock turns into sand?
My mountain has crumbled and
I am swept off my feet
Lost
          And adrift
                    In a sea
That I know nothing about

I sit alone in the crowded forest
Mellow golds and burning red
The trees burn, silent and smokeless,
Without a scream or a cry

I sit alone in the crowded forest
The scorched oak gives way to storm
Its branches broke and leaves bleeding
And the willow whispers its weeping

I sit alone in the crowded forest
At once a cacophony of birds
Erupt like ash from the flaming boughs
The earth quivers beneath the coals

I sit alone in the crowded forest
Each smoldering leaf a warming comfort
My ignited heart finds peace at last
As I sit alone in the crowded forest

**** me with roses
And bury me with lilies

Kiss me with orchids
And drown me in daisies

Worship with geraniums
And dance with cosmos

Dress me with asters
And adorn me with anemones

Do not plant me red petunias
For the splendor of puprle tulips

Let us live with peonies
And sleep with plum blossoms

Perhaps your like the snow
On a soft winter’s day
Or the first leaf to turn
Crimson in autumn
The first blossom in spring
The last rain in summer
A fish drowning
In the salty sea
A lonely bird
Falling through the sky
The first drop of rain
To hit the earth
Or maybe the last to drip down
The first bubbly sip
Or the last dregs from the can
Salty and sweet
And everything in between

I want to love you
With all that I am
To kiss your burning lips
And my heart has been broken
So many times that now
I’m used to picking the shards out of my soul

Oh suff’ring Savior
Come to me
Come spread that shadow o’er me
Hands and feet been pierced by nails
Wrap your arms around me
Kneel with me in sorrowed prayer
As yonder comes the mor-ning

The suff’ring Savior
Cant you see?
He’s waiting there before thee
Your eyes may yet be filled with tears
He’ll wipe them so that you may see
Ask and he shall hear your plea
As yonder breaks the mor-ning