The thing about love
There's no air spaces between those letters
You suffer alone or give without measure
You take to the sky on your own
Or have your wings severed
To be lonely or suffocated
Which would be better?
To love or to fly
That is the question

I've got a heart
And it has a beat
It beats my chest to pieces
As glass as it is

7 eight 9
And I was next in line
The next time
You see those lines
Crease on the shell of my mind
And you find
That I've shut the blinds of my eyes
Understand that one trait of my kind
Is that we get eaten up all the time

After the sun sets
When we've shared all this laughter
When the light has long left
My dear I'm just cancer
But you'll hear me echo for days after
When the wreckage comes and we plagued with disaster
Maybe the laughter will linger a bit longer

I look for meaning
I write it down
I make it rhyme with different sounds
Then I share it
Like I'm doing now
This little bit of honesty
I think I found

What are you doing... asks a concerned on looker

Why are you fighting away the leaves that willingly fly your way?
Why are you kicking away the paths that bite at your heels?
Why are you scratching out the eyes of the one who sees through your thick skin?
Why are you waking yourself up when your dreams make your mind seem like more than just a
whirlwind of thoughts?

I'm protecting my heart...I answered, I'm protecting my heart

She cried into her lap when she lost her innocence
Not because the wanted it to reappear inside of her
But, because she would never again experience the pleasure of losing it

We're naked in you car baby
Driving slow
Are we're doing this or not baby?
Let me know
We're losing heat and losing fast lately
I'm getting cold
If we're nothing take the next bend drop me at home

Its his fear that something beautiful will happen
And he would be doomed to serve it
Its her fear that something beautiful will happen
With someone who doesn't deserve it
If not for fear, then for the beauty of it all, we run
We until the sun light runs out
Then we run in the cold until the golden embers of morning pierces us deep into our chests
Still then, we try to find a way out, a way against, a way away from the passions that will undoubtedly cause us our greatest pleasures and our greatest fall

free from the feathers
wet and hanging
from my shoulders
as if the roof melted and dripped down my arms
it became the floor and exposed the air
and suddenly
I could fly into the air
if only my feet wasn't stuck to the ground
in meters of wet gooey melted ceiling water

Our lives set on the backdrop of the sirens
To them we are ambient noise
To us they are the silence...

I patted down my pockets to hide the bulges of passion you left curdling through me after you walked past
And I knew I was different
And the Lord would never permit the want I had stored up for you in my heart

A spoonful of honey to engage my tongue
And the rest of the healing has ever since begun

So dangerous and sweet a thing
I have yet to come to learn  
Is a man who would hold me
Without being held in return

If destiny is destiny and belongs to this life
Then tell me will any on my choices suffice?
Or be laid out before the universe to sun dry
Because dear old destiny decided so before I was even alive
For it was my choice to ask this question, but its not my choice to inevitably die
So is there a point to my decisions, or  is it destiny that is the lie?

Sometimes I breathe
Sometimes with ease
Sometimes my breath even gives relief
But sometimes like most times in life
Breathing and believing that it should feel nice
Is nothing but a dream when you've been suffocating on inside

I find peace not in their hatred
But in my love
For they hate who I am
But I've never shown another face
For the face I've shown is the one I own
And the face they hate is one in the same
So if they hate
This face is to blame
But I find solace in the truth thereof
For if I wore a mask
There'd be a question to ask
Do they hate the mask or the owner thereof?

I'm trying to draw lines out of myself
So I can put myself on paper
I want my chest to crack open so that my heart can stretch out its arms and grab hold of something
And teach that thing who I am
I want to express my life
And say what I truly feel
Without finesse
I want so spit out blurts of myself
Inconsistent and rough
So that you can know me and not know me
The way I know myself

Life is a maze
If not just a time and a place
For rising or crawling or falling from grace
So try your hardest not to make it a race
Because everyone falls at their own pace

Is it so wrong to just want someone
Without paying the consequences?
Without getting the check or the questions
Be gone in the morning without a lecture
Over is so boring let me be honest
I could get both for the price of one
I'm not modest

Because I don't love you
And see things above you
And want you to touch you
But forget to hug you
There's no stars in your eyes
When I see them through mine
Nor shivers down my spine
Except on the coldest nights
Because I don't love you
And I know that I won't
I won't leave you a letter, or message, or note
And think nothing of the feelings that that would evoke
Because I don't love you
I just simply won't
Because I don't love you
Or think that I would
I don't love your laugher
Or things that I should
I forget it after
With the little things you do
But because I don't love you
Theres no hate for you too
I just like you
And call that the truth

she sighed for lack of energy to do anything else
then took a sip of coffee and continued to melt

I wish everyone knew how sweet it is to be loved by you
To explore the ***** down your back and the comfort of your chest
To see you smile from the bed of your pillow as the sunrays grace your cheek
And to graze the tip of your nose with theirs until lips touch and everything else becomes secondary characters it the moment built for you embrace

It rained twice since I've met you
And my clothes have still not dried
So I live my life drenched in rain water
And forsake all sunshine until the end of time

Disliked
And Unwanted
I Stood There
Heart Dripping In My Hand
Loving Myself

She had a crowded face with sterling grace to it
The clouds in the sky couldn't match its coldness
But she drew me in with a loveless flick of a shoulder
And I was a rabbit in a hole
A panting deer to the slaughter
She had me with the hooks attached to her sides
And like a jockie on a stallion
I attempted to ride
But I was swallowed by the current brought in with the tide
Folded in between waves that would never subside
Yet she was my guide
And pulled me out and care for me until I dried
Turning rich and golden but the bay side

Tell them
I was being strong
That moment when they looked at me
And didn't recognize my face
I became the person they'd never know again

Why do poets write in silence?
And garner words below their eyelids,
In gutters of depths that are never quite clear,
Or rifles with full magazines in their holsters?
Are they deserving of a life so riddled,
And caramelized in rhyme and rhythm?
To charm the tales of tempests and oceans,
Cursed with the gift of describing its emotion.
That plagues the shores of their lonely islands
With no other option but to write in silence.

Love the Lord with all your heart
Whether you love nothing else
Yet you'll love every rock your feet touches
Love the Lord with all your heart
Whether you find joy in nothing else
Yet joy will seep out of every open valve
Love the Lord with all you heart
And your heart will become love
And each blood cell that is born inside it
Will carry it's grain
Aggressively swarming through your veins
Until you become love
And it's all you are
And every step you take leaves it behind
Spreading it like pollination

Curious I know
But damaged as most
Sterile and wicked and panicked I know
To heartlessly speak and poke at the nose
Carry your weight and soul afloat
On the rivers of worries that stear your boat
The past is the past
And future no joke
But curiouser and curiouser
And couriouser you grow

All my coworkers are out in the kitchen
Moving around past and into each other
The weekend was great
I did so much
Monday is even better
I get so much done with a full cup of coffee
I love the order of my desk
It reminds me of the order of nature
Everything has its place
post-its with post-its and other paper-like things
Staplers with staplers and piles of staples
My boss could be my best friend if he wasn't my boss
My boyfriend could be my boss if I didn't like him so much
The morning paper said a lot
The world is still spinning thankfully
Doing what it does
Feet are still somehow on the ground
Heads are still falling gracefully from the clouds
I'm getting better at dodge ball according to my partner
And even better at dodging those not too close to me
Keeping them where they should be some might say
But at least the morning dew cleansed my car
And the smell of cigarette smoke is slowly disappearing
And while all my coworkers are out in the kitchen
I'm celebrating the little victories
That somehow makes being with them a little bit more worth it

I took some time off yesterday
But, to my dismay
when I came back the world was still the same
not a speck on the leaf was out of place
And I had a feeling no one knew I had taken a break

The pain is only here for the moment
The moment is all that exists as we live and breathe
And move from one to the next
In the long train track of life
So one painful moment means one painful life
But life just for a moment
The same life that can be beautiful for another
And peaceful again for the other
But for this one, its painful
Be it just for the moment

My bed is my bed
There's no place I'd rather be instead
It's where I lay my head
Down to rest
My bed is the best

watch out lover because I am in motion
running so fast to you that I'm floating
till my body hits you so hard we'll be broken
but **** its so fun when its me that you're holding
I'll crash and burn in your heart that I've stolen
fall asleep on your chest and hear it exploding
you're good like a drink that I wanna get soaked in
a rollercoaster ride I'm strapped to while sloping
we'll walk down the beach on the sand sink our toes in
till we sit by a fire while the mellows are roasting...

Why is everything so painful
I don't ever wanna hateful
But I guess that I should be grateful
That I'm feeling anything at all
This hole that I'm in just gets deeper
And I know that I shouldn't linger
But this **** from the past
Build a home in my heart
And I know that it's all my fault...
But just why...

Shout it from the mountains tops my friend
The fact that you have a voice
Let them know that you stand at the head not the foot
There where so little people find their feet
There where the air allows your words to echo
And let's them travel on their backs until as far as eye can see
And words can exist

She beams on me
I thought the heavans had opened
Touches my skin
And burned me smooth and golden
For crying out loud
Her hands are molten
I'm pulled into her orbit
But this air is potent
My body is whipped from spinning in this motion
I could drown in all of her
My feet's already soaking
And consume the lot of her
Until I'm bloated
And to relieve the pain
They need to split me open
To reveal that she filled me
To the extent that I've been hoping

The light reflected off his jawline
It made the sun seem like a dim light swinging in a damp basement
I suddenly felt angry at my knees for giving in under me
But those arms
Well, I could never be made at them

I've a stiffness hurting my wrist
But I'll hold out my hand and blow you a kiss
Bury your face in my neck, I insist
As I buried my heart in your fist

Its unfair that I spend my whole life being poor
And that the idea of money follows me around even into deep sleep
Every day has a monetary value because time is money my friend
Zar hovers over me and hides in the corners of my eyes
he tied himself to my ankles when I was born and as a consequence I'm forced to drag him along with me as I climb the account balance ladder
never able to reach the top because of the weight bonded to my feet
I drag you around, you are now my shadow
Oh lord zar who resides in the house of wallet
The more of you I have the more I want
So I'll spend my whole life being poor

My dreams chase me
They chase me as if I've stolen something from them they they need back desperately
And I run because I'm following a fear
The fear that if they catch me they'll consume me whole
And then there'll be nothing left of me to chase
And my fear will get so far away from me that I no longer see it anymore
So I'm forever moving in a limbo between running away and chasing after at the same pace
And slowly getting absolutely nowhere

Candles melt
They melt on tables
And leave thick lumpy messes
Messes that I'll eventually clean up
After I've blown the candles out
After you didn't walk back in
And allowed the smoke to taint my dinner

Spent a night in the puddles the rain made on the roads
The roads that leads anywhere but today I'm too cold
There are holes in the blankets so heap mine into folds
and try my hardest to blend in with the mold
Not that they'll see me if I stood on the roads
Or under the bridge with the spiders and trolls
but on the M5 there's a lot to behold
Maybe faces and smiles with riches manifold
But there's a whole day ahead before the end of my rope
There'll still be breath in my neck then I hope
There'll still a beat in my chest then I hope
So I can crawl into my folds with the others who know
That there is an art to being cold...

It smells of flesh
A smell so fresh
So full of vest
It could rip best to shreds
That potency of want
To want so much that you would hunt
Passion driven ambition
Taken to head and turned to ammunition

For love to be so beautiful that it gives meaning to this very existence
And when its gone, it leaves little purpose with it
Not even dust
Not even whispers

Yet you persist that I venture with you
To go find this evil thing and let it rest in my depths
The one that can steal my world
Even my thoughts
Even my breath

How can you offer me such a poison? You silly little person
With the bright eyes that beg me to join your your naive excursion
Where no one will be able to save you
Not even a priest
Not even a surgeon

For love is so beautiful that it gives meaning to everything that is, why would you tempt such a frightening being?
And dance on an edge this steep?
When it could slither off with your whole life,
In the midst of you dancing
In the midst of your sleep

My flowers will bloom whether you stay or go
There will never come a day where they will not grow

While I'm running my fingers through your hair
Trying to figure out of she's been there
She's laced in your shadow
Caught in your stare
And I just feel like the third one there

My stars are dimming
But the night sky will go on living
Sharing light
Raging agaisnt the dark
And it will do so unfailingly until the end of time
And it will do so unfailingly without me

I was never a child
I was always an ageing adult
Half chocolate
Half a middle aged twice-divorced man
Searching his memories
For the moment he departed from the school yard and built a life on the sand
Where his chocolate half melted in the heat of mid-day
And left him half a person
Half a puddle of sticky mess
Warning people
With signs and sirens
Not to slip on the part on him that got away