I see my breath upon the black canvas of the night

And try to **** it back inside

As I love you's jump from tongue to tongue;

Our hands entwined, our lips locked together

I wish I didn't have to say goodbye,

But it's time for me to go home.


I've come to call your arms my home

When they hold me tightly in the night;

It hurts so much when I have to say goodbye

And through my eyes you see inside

My soul. And we dance together

While you paint pictures with your tongue.


But my road is forked like a snakes tongue

And I cannot remember my way home

Or if we were always and will always be together

Or if it's day or if it's night

Or if my pain is outide or inside

My heart. And I wave goodbye.


Before I leave you plant a kiss goodbye

And I feel the sorrow seed grow on my tongue

Its roots reaching, digging deep inside

And growing into the ground. My home

Is so far away, and I won't get there until the night

Is over but it's ok because we're still together.


You ask me if we'll always be together

But I wonder if it's time to say goodbye

I cry and tears fall from the sky at night

And land on my stolen tongue.

You follow me home

And make sure that it's safe inside.


But I feel a burning deep inside

And I press my lips tight together

Because I'm afraid to scream. I'm home

But you will not say goodbye

And you have a sharpness to your tongue

That cuts right through the night.


And inside my heart I feel it darken like the night

Wishes that we could stay together roll from my tongue

But my home cannot be with you. Goodbye.

I feel it slipping—

Like sand through fingers

On the beach in my soul

Where the tide rages

And birds cannot find

Any food to eat

Because all that was planted

Is rotten

And all that was found

Was forgotten.

I feel it falling—

Like a man from the roof

Of his damnable house

When he feels he cannot

Take it anymore;

Where the birds sing their

Strangled songs

And sinners try to

Right their wrongs.

I feel it sliding—

Like an oil slick

On a gravel road

In the forests of my mind

Where children hide

Their broken smiles,

And jacks and jills

Roll down the hills

And secrets slide

From lips so wide

To ears so near they hear it clear.

I feel it breaking—

Like the ***** windows

In that damnable house

With finger prints

And drawings traced

By finger tips

Upon the panes of glass

Which shutter in the

Windy night

And whisper that it’s

All alright.

I feel it fading—

Like a fire waning

In the night

Beneath the stars

That burn so bright

And in the humid

Summer air

I know that it’s too late

To care;

But I feel it breaking

Snapping, shaking…

My sanity slipping from my grasp

Is getting way too hard to clasp.

It’s gone.

I knew from that moment on
every word and every phrase and every sentence
thought up in my head and emitted from my fingers
would turn into cadaverous dead bodies
that would turn into silhouetted skeletons
that would turn into fine powder blowing in the wind
that would disappear into a deep and dark abyss
deeper than any abandoned tire in an old forest
and darker than the pupils of my eyes
I knew I would be forever forgotten

at last the sun shines
dark dreary days are over
and the earth reborn

She reads
                                          And she sleeps
                                                      Way too much
                                                            ­           It's her coping defence
                                                                ­               When nothing else will suffice
                                                         ­               She needs to get away
                                                       Without actually leaving
                                             Because she's too scared
                                   And too tired
                                            To leave her bed
                                                      So she cracks open a book
                                                            ­     To escape somewhere far away
                                                            ­             And she'll sob for the characters
                                                      ­                       Whose brokenness resembles hers
                                                            ­                                   And then she'll sleep
                                                           ­                                   And have sweet dreams
                                                          ­              Of realities that are not her own
                                                       Because pretending is so much easier
                                                 Than facing reality
                             So she'll sleep and dream
          And secretly wish she won't wake up
So she can finally escape

I don't know much,
but I can tell you what "whole" looks like.
I've seen it stumble forward
with weary eyes and tired hands.
Come close,
I will hand you a mirror
and tell you to look carefully.
Can you not hear the galaxies
beneath your skin?
They paint in whispers
that even oceans cannot grasp.
I know it took a hurricane and two floods,
but there is soil in your ribcage;
your scars told me so.
Don't mind them though,
they're just reminders
that you love harder than anyone else.
I know you might feel hollow,
but there is a reason your heart
has lofted ceilings.
Never forget how you fought
for all that space.
Look carefully.
These gray skies inside your lungs
are simply a canvas,
and you rain so beautifully.
Oh darling,
you rain so beautifully.

The Snake
Thieving
Heart of stone
Tears none
Venom kills

The Rose
Passionate
Heart of soft aluminum
Tears plenty
Perfume enchanting

What happens when these two collide?
Does the Snake win? The Rose maybe?

No one ever wins.
The Snake finds out that its heart isn't so bulletproof
And the Rose finds out that love isn't kind to the sweet

No one ever wins.