Our eyes are near
and my heart is hot
but your stare is cold —
a thousand miles away
Your words are clear
and time has stopped
there's nowhere to go
my thoughts are broken and blurred
Sweet lips, your sweet lips
Carry such a bitter sound...
I'm floating in place with
no lover to face
trembling, trembling
trembling heart space
I'm spinning in circles
looking for miracles
and it's proving to be
horribly difficult
Trying to fly
with no wings to spread
I crumble and cry
a song for what's dead
the sound of alarms
ring in my head
the sound of alarms
ring in my head...
I'm trying so hard
I don't know what to do
My heart is aching
thinking of you
A small square of paper
sits on my tongue
With razor sharp edges
and tasting of dung
It takes me to spaces
deep in my mind
Where there's too many places
and not enough time
I've been drowned in guilt
and I'm suspended in shame
Repeatedly killed
like in a video game
Written upon
the sharp paper square
are words for destruction
and guilt and despair
It's a trip like no other
you won't even feel high
you'll feel like a bother
and just want to cry
Drifting in place
dead in deep space
You left me here with
tears on my face
Crystalline droplets
scintillating pearls
spinning in circles,
spirals, and swirls
Why did you think
to leave me alone
at the cold ugly brink
a frost to the bone
the cold hard shoulder
feels far colder
than a lifeless boulder
I'm cold, I'm
cold
I speak with my music
and these notes are my words
My harp is my voice
and these strings are the cords
I try hard to play
But you've cut them all off
My harp is left bare
naked, unstrung
I'll move all the pedals
But unto what end?
I can't speak my heart
I can no longer pretend
It's time to stand up
and take a great bow
Walk off the stage
The end is —
.....
and
There is a silence
in the mist, hidden
between the little
droplets, whispering
rivers of soft words from
past lovers evaporated~
.....
together
we held hands
and in our palms
we held time
and we ran away
from the rising sun
so we could see it
rise forever
but we grew tired
and we slowed down
and the sun sped up
and time was slipping
between our fingers
dripping
from our knuckles
and together we ran
we ran away toward
the setting sun
as fast as we could
but we were too tired...
and
you showered me in
silky sheets of glowing lovelight
you embraced me with
warm rays of shimmering soulshine
you pushed and pulled my ocean's tides
in and out like a lilting melody
making love to a perfect harmony
but slowly you
drifted away
into space
to shine on new rocks
leaving me cold my
ocean waves
still...
and
For the longest time
I wanted to thank you, thief
for stealing my heart.
I thought it'd be better off
in someone else's hands anyway,
because I sure as hell
didn't take good care of it.
Can you tell me about the time
you carefully held it close?
because I'm sure
that you can remember that
because that's all you want
to remember.
It was your
little pet.
and I can't tell you
how much it meant to me
that you found it so
intriguing...
but I can't tell you
how much it hurt when
it stopped being something special
and started being
just another animal
Don't you remember
how much fun you
had with it?
Mm..
But you don't remember
watching it struggle
to breathe in
and out?
Because it seems like
despite that
all I can remember now
is your tightening grip
suffocating it
carelessly
and your acidic lip
spouting seemingly
ceaseless
abuse
Tell me about the time
you played with it
until it was broken
and it bored you
Because I can sure
remember that.
but can you?...
Oh!
Batshit crazy,
Batshit soup.
Am I just lazy,
or caught in a loop?
Batshit crazy,
Owl **** soup.
Razor blades,
Razor blades,
Razor blades,
****!
Love is not a competition,
Love is not a game!
You see me as a player,
and it's a downright shame!
Batshit crazy,
Owl **** soup!
I am totally lazy,
and caught in a loop-die-loop?!
Glass houses
Baseball games
Angels wings and tar
SEPTA lines and pine trees
Can take you pretty far
Love is not a competition,
Love is not a war!
and acting like a soldier
is really quite a chore!
Silly souls
Wacky words
Dragonflies and tar
I want to make some art with you
but I don't know how you are!
and
it's
Just another slide
down the razor blade
of life! into a bowl
of sour owl ****...
Batshit crazy,
Owl **** soup!
Am I crazy,
or am I caught
in a loop?
Razor blades
Razor blades
Razor blades
****!
and you are
ribbed, but uncaged, and
you read like a book broken,
with a cracked spine, snapped,
always opening to
the same page
the wrinkles stacked
dendritically, along the
ragged column, show
where you were split,
down the seam,
in a fervent attempt
to be figured out
your leaves are worn,
dog eared, and torn,
with words used, and
defiled
unadorned,
sickly souls
forlorn figures,
sitting silently
wishing and waiting,
no kissing or playing
it seems that you've left me,
and you're all I want to read...
blistering sunsets
burn my skin
I watch the ball of love
get further from me,
falling a w a y
It was always out of reach,
but I could feel it's warmth!
as long as it was in sight,
but, no longer
It forms rivers from dry wells.
In it's absence
it has them brimming,
now overflowing, down
channels of skinclay
wrinkles
they run deeper,
than the roots of
the tallest trees,
falling slower, than
the softest cries,
unheard
rocky river ways
froth from the mouth,
splashing and bubbling
in maniacal sadness —
silent white water rapids...
Tussled and unkempt,
shriveled livers beg for mercy!
hidden behind layers of rotting drywall
a rusty sledgehammer.
—unused
You may want to take me inside
but your mind is a million dripping daggers
perpendicular to the infinite edges
of my circular paradigms.
your cold soul wraps around me
like a chainmail suit.
I want to love it, as
it's supposed to love me, but
it's heavy and pinches every fiber
of my existence
and why should I wear it
when I want to run into love
completely naked?
My name is derived from Tyrant
I would say you should have expected it
but I am not one to take someone's heart
that is the ultimate crime.
Can't you see that you've stolen your own?
Look in the mirror! Unfurl your ****** fists.
Now my fingers are ablaze with hellfire!
and
My unseen tears
condense onto windowpanes
as they're smashed open by codependent assumptions.
Blinding
blunt force flashlights
shatter sharp shards of light
across the darkest crevices
of my soul.
Impatience
and uncertainty
leads to reactionary behavior.
Do not plant flowers
in the gardens of someone
who cannot take care of their
own plants.
Their soil is unsaturated
with nutrients.
How can you expect to enjoy the fruit of their love?
I am a withered plot.
I am the dead of winter.
No one is interested in how it has died.
They are only upset that they can no longer feed themselves.
What you see is what you get.