The rising sun has just begun
Tainted by memories of the setting one

The day is fresh but to start anew
would be to forget, momentarily, you

That would be bliss, to not think of your face
For me to say that, some think a disgrace,

But it's not that I hate you, in fact I adore
The way I beat you yet you crawl back for more

As I bob in the waves,
it feels safe like your arms.
Just the way that it's s'posed to

It is cold, but it's warm
your tears hidden by charm.
Just the way that I'm used to

Ocean flows around me,
frayed at the seams
Just like your hands
covered in gasoline

Smiles covered by
****** hair
But you don't
seem to care

for my mother
though she loves you so



As I bob in the waves
it feels cold like your arms
Just the way I've grown used to

I see your face, and I smile
small cuts stinging my arm
As I remember why I love you

Tears fall around me
frayed at the seams
As I remember your pain
All your broken dreams

Sobs muffled by
****** hair
You cry 'bout those
who didn't
seem to care

for a young boy
who never learned to grow

and my mother
who loved you so!

As I slip beneath the waves
My lips too blue to cry
To the moon for my father

My last memory of him
slips and becomes untied
floats away into the water

Face covered by
frost bitten tears
too cold to remember
my hopes and fears

We're all broken people
we all slip away
crumpled under water
is where we'll stay

Like my mother,
I still love you so
but must
go

The beautiful songbird croaks
It's voice hoarse and rusty
Not from lack of use
But from lack of hearts to sway
The songbird croaks anyway

The beautiful songbird croaks
I tire of listening,
And reach for its throat...
It's pretty eyes twinkle up at me
The songbird croaks continually

The beautiful songbird croaks
It's kept in a cage,
hasn't tried to escape
I watch it without listening;
Only then does the songbird sing

Pressing cold beak
To fishes gills,
My heart beats through
The fins and frills,
The world askew,
The siren stills

The beautiful songbird dines
Carnivorous feathers
Peck at scales and skin
The beauty forever enjoying the taste
The songbirds song, misplaced

The beautiful songbird croaks
I won't hear again,
The soft wheezing cry
One last time embraced by him
The songbird croaks goodbye

The slit eyes widen
On the turtle that fell
For the gentle eyes of
A wolf in a shell

A dark liquid drips
Down the fleece of a sheep
Who knew a wolf could
So tenderly weep ?

Chicken scratch
scrawled across my arm
Lanced into skin
Laced upon flesh,
Written in blood,
The story

Hidden beneath the cover of light
Undersaturated camera lenses
Erase scars and cover blemishes,
Cover the blood on my hands

The scars engraved on my left hand
Placed there carefully by my right hand
Lies only go so far,
I carve the truth on my bones

Dancing fingers
Across the duvet
Crippled but still the
Piano they play

Trembling fingers
Rubbing in lotion
Onto dried skin
Chapped by the ocean

Where oh where have my
Finger gone?
Where! Oh where! Have my
Fingers gone?
Scarred fingers give way
To scarred little stumps,
Worn down to the bone
And past it still

Grinding wheel
Spun too far
The world stole my fingers
The world stole my heart

Reckless thoughts pour over paper
Memories thicken, swell and taper
Each stroke left unreconciled
Pure white sheets with ink defiled