Grip revolvers with your
Own hands, clicking
Triggers with your own fingers.

Putting blame up on the
Whole world. You should know
That you're
Your own sinner.

Your actions get reactions,
All your thoughts are up
To you.

Don't ever blame another
For the **** that
You pursue.

Don't ever speak the
Syllables of my name
With acid tongues.

Don't think that I
Remember anything from
Useless months.

Don't believe the world
Is ugly when you've blinded
Your own eyes.

Don't say you love the
Pain, when all it does is
Make you cry.

This day
That rises after deep slumber
Peering  from a drowsy, flushed horizon
Rubbing eyes sleepy with morning dew
Hiding stars that wink unnumbered, scattered
And a moon that will diminish slowly, sliver by sliver
Rustling a cool breeze to ruffle the tops of trees
Scenting the sinuous rivers of a rain soaked summer
Unveiling earth, sheer by sheer only to veil the cosmos
Within the arms of the sun and the palms of the clouds
Holding the feathers of songbirds with wings like leaves
Their music no longer mute by the silence of sleep
This day - that unfolds like a flower, petal by petal
Waits for you, only for you
To embrace
And make yours

The selfishness of most
Flesh
Is guaranteed one blunt
Surprise.

You search for death
In a place so free.
Life isn't meant to be
Despised.

I'm learning to lay awake
with myself,
Peaceful and warm I
can be with me,
Caring for myself like I do my chilli plant,
Testing my own leaves for lack of nutrition,
Or love,
Cheap, clean sheets beneath my hands and calves
Light the wick.
Colin Meloy's liquid voice falls
like hail,
Excitable under my skin.
So as I watch the light move across white ceilings I can clear
and muse
and breathe.