i am not one to count my blessings
i usually forget
and i am not one to be selfless,
to remember what i have
when i have it
but there is one thing
that i will never stop thanking god for
and that i will never forget to add
to my prayers at night
and that is
the feeling i get
when our lips
touch

there are ghosts in my walls
and demons in my head
they enchant me with stories
of what it's like to be dead

they cradle me softly
when no one else will
they whisper how lovely
it is to lie still

they sing to me sweetly
and make love to me at night
they tell me there's no way
anything will turn out right

they carry me away
from this place that i call home
this place that feels so empty
and where i've felt so alone

they've dug me up a grave
and they've sung their lullaby well
they don't have to push me in
since all i've known is hell

i step down on my own
and they smile sweetly still
blankets made of earth
are the only things i feel

the spirits wave goodbye
and the last thing that i see
is a new ghost among them
and i can tell it's me.

i am church
poetry is church
sin is church
art is church
blood is church
lust is church
little girls selling lemonade is church
sundays are church
mondays, tuesdays, wednesdays, thursdays, fridays
saturdays too.
church isn't a place
it isn't anything
but everything
and god sees all

The spider, dropping down from twig,
Unfolds a plan of her devising,
A thin premeditated rig
To use in rising.

And all that journey down through space,
In cool descent and loyal hearted,
She spins a ladder to the place
From where she started.

Thus I, gone forth as spiders do
In spider's web a truth discerning,
Attach one silken thread to you
For my returning.

That tingling momment
When the
Music starts
And your heart

Beats faster
And faster
It never
Quite stops

When the
Goosebumps
Run all
Down your arms

That feeling
Of alarm and
Your spine stiffins
And your whole body listens

When you feel
Right with the world
And eveything just
Clicks

When tears form
At your eye
Your body leaks
And cries

Pain and happiness
Love and hate
That burning yearning feeling
Like fish and the bait

You cannot describe
The love for this
Music is life
Something you cannot miss

Soflty kissing your swollen soul
With a warm sensation that fills the hole
And cradles your heart like a fragile flower
And keeps you safe like a concrete tower
It cleanses your mind and comforts your heart
A wonderous feeling that most cannot part

I’m lookin fine on the outside
When really crying on the inside
Is double cup love all guys really lean on
What’s wrong with girls who keep their jeans on
Animals left on the streets to starve
I’m goin have to carve
Some brains into these people
No need to complain
I’m just bein sane
Just take a second
Think about life
Just stop
And think…
Think about life
Think about people
Think about actually being equal
Think about fun
Stop dying inside and just
Live.

Rubber bands, rubber bands
pull them back and they burn my skin
but isn't it better
than digging in?