I'm not here
I'm not in the stream of light
I'm caught up in fear
I am tied down
Back in that street back, way back
Before I stood to stare

I'm not there
I'm not winning any award
I'm not able to care
I am strapped down
Up in with those bars, way up in that barn
Before I cried to shadows

I'm not here
I'm enclosed by my tears, and my doubts
I'm not around when it counts
Like a missile waiting to explode
I am deep within the mines
Of the rich and the poor
I am not around when you need me
I am back, trapped in fear
In Terror
That I will be strung up by those lights
In that barn

Only this time
The lights won't
Loosen and I
Won't
Fall
to my life
I will stay strung there
As the morning lights washes over my limp body

Hey you.. You should come here

So I can kiss your lips and listen to the rain by your side and we can sit in the dark for hours and maybe pass the time with our hands as explorers and our hearts as our holding tanks.. And we can close our eyes, to see even darker shadows in the warmth of one another. Because I love you, and everything you do, everything you say, every little laugh you let escape your breath and how you make all my worries fly away.

You should come here

So I can kiss along your jaw. So I can make your heart run faster and faster, until it's flying through the night. So I can feel your skin up against mine, your bones pressed into mine. So I can just hold tight through all the hours that wreck me. So I can be there to see your beautiful life, just so I can just be there, to love you. Like you deserve and never let go.

Spinning in the dark
Looking for the summer light
Flying into the Kiwi's nest down under

Gasping for not breathed air
In the frosted midnight grass
Arching towards the muddied moon

Searching, wanting, craving
Needing that blade
To pour out all the wrongs
And set attention on the

untouched tomorrow

Crying, gasping, spinning, losing, gaining, loving, hurting
Unlatching

Christmas Wish Lists
Littering the beautiful cloudless sky
Where Santa and his reindeer will soon fill the gaps between the stars
And every candle will remember the generations gone

I'm scared to make my list this year
For I want things that I shouldn't.
And I'm scared to open the door.
So Santa, if you read this.
You won't need to land on my roof.
Because life is the best gift.

She needs just a body
A few stanzas
To fill in the gaps
Where the ribs should expand
But she has no breath
For she needs no air
To keep a heart pumping

Functioning on the smoke
From a joint
That glints in the moon light
Strewn across the lawn
In the night so clear
That she's her own New York

Everything's overdrive
Her daddy taught her how to inhale
And steal her heart away
In hopes that he could breathe again

And he stole her eyes
With the waves washing over him
The strands widening to form a pit
The pupils of New York
Is in the moon

You know the girl without a breath
For she yells the longest and the loudest
You know the girl without a breath