Sitting heavy on the sight
Filling her bones full of fright
Yet comfort and peace within
As she starts to feel some wind
The autumn leaves so damp together
Her bare feet in such cold weather
A tattered dress upon her figure
She calls to him and waits for answer
Time goes by and silence surrounds
Beating down like a hundred hounds
Till a sudden stir in the darkness nearby
As clouds roll in and cover the sky
Sneaking and creeping out of the dark
A man whose bite is worse than his bark
He takes her hand and twirls her about
Pushing away any fear or doubt
Holding her close and easing her pain
She sings to him, doing the same
Ballroom dancing in a graveyard scene
Keeping to the shadows to remain unseen
Sweet words and laughter fill the crisp air
And with each other, their hearts lay bare
Their bare feet in such cold weather
And the autumn leaves are so damp together
They start to feel the chilling wind
But warm from the peace within
The two of them, shining so bright
On a foggy autumn graveyard night

I'd like to see your poetry
I mean, truly see your work
The way you choose to dot your i's
Tells me what that dot is worth
Though, words still hold their meaning, I know that there is more -
Beyond our monotype - a sight to see, the truth adorn

All those feelings you read about
have hit me all at once
and I feel emotionally, mentally and physically drained.

Being home helps some, but does not
fill the void left in my heart
or the loneliness when I walk in the door.

Tears flow without reason, smiles are hard to come by,
and love will be lost for what I am sure will feel like eternity.

I have never been a perfect lover,
way too many faults
but I have always tried to be the best I could be
I am afraid my well is dry.

I am broken, and there is no quick fix to mend my heart.

Scars
Remind me of my past.

Sometimes, when I'm alone sit down
and view every scar on my skin.

This was caused by a kid in high school
this was because of my parents
and this was for when you didn't love me back.


They're still there.
Forever I will be reminded that you was here and what I went through.

Yes, I made ​​them myself.
And unlike the majority of regret,
in those moments everything felt right.

I'm not in it for the upset, or to create regret.
But just to get it done. I was going to do it. I needed it.

He used to call me
cornflakes
not because of the way
my body
crumbled in his mouth
but rather
for my
inconsistancies

i’ve listened to the new St. Vincent album about ten times today
and i just have to say
that those songs i sing that i wish i wrote
are extensions of myself because
they make me feel something and
if i couldn’t sing i probably wouldn’t play an instrument
simply because i use instruments
as an excuse to sing words i need to say
and when i sing them i mean them,
not when i say them,
when i sing them.
i’ve listened to the new St. Vincent album about eleven times today
and i just have to say
i love you, i mean it
i mean it, i sing it.

When I think about you
it makes me so sad
because you'll never believe in me
you just want me to feel bad
and you'll never
see me cry
because I'll wear a brave face
to hide the tears in my eyes
and you'll never
see me smile
because the truth is
I havn't done that in a while
I gave you something special to me
and now my minds torn apart
because you're not here
to return my heart...