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Ian Cairns Mar 2014
I
find myself the best
when my eyes
are shut
Ian Cairns Mar 2014
Introductions
are better left for
the way your eyes
scream out for sanity
the way your mind
knows only to greet your skull
because safety seems latched
inside the voices within our senses
Ian Cairns Mar 2014
When a fire starts to burn
It doesn't ask questions
It doesn't make excuses for the rubble

When a fire starts to burn
It sprints in a whisper
It circles the competition- reigniting fallen timber

When a fire starts to burn
The battlefield is everywhere
The castle conceals the mausoleum
The casualties are nowhere to be found
Ian Cairns Mar 2014
approaching Evening
Adam splits

the significance paramount
clouds hit genesis
Ian Cairns Mar 2014
The subtlety
in your slumber
sings me
through my dreams
Ian Cairns Mar 2014
In other words
Your stutter burns
the nightstand
down gently
It is important to remember that ashes once stood upright
Ian Cairns Mar 2014
The simplicity I'm searching for
Hides beneath my fingernails
Occupies the dark spaces I refuse to frequent
Consumes the sweet fumes I forget to swallow

I've been told I overthink things
It has never been about mountains or molehills
I always see land big enough for shelter
I do not need reasons
This is what worries me
I hesitate all the time
Then I think I know
Then I know I know
Then I see you in public and you're laughing
And I can't tell if you're laughing at me
So I smile
Not because I want to
But because I think you want me to
And suddenly I don't know anymore
But I wonder if everyone else knows
Or if you know
Then I'm back beneath the mountain
Or the molehill
And I don't give a **** about this land anymore
I just want to see you
walk to the highest peak and shout your name
And watch the echos vibrate off my chest
This is what worries me most

What I need
Is the courage to say exactly what I intend
Believe I already own this certainty
Live within the in between
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