You pick out your lies from that handbag of yours
One by one
At the right time, never using one twice
Making sure your little bag is never empty of them, but oh
How they must weigh you down -

And there you are again preaching your own lies
That they all believe and love

But do you fool even yourself?

You, toying with danger and blood like a young child in a brightly-lit playground,
One day you’re going to get hurt boy, and then maybe you’ll learn your lesson

There’s a brief moment that passes when the mechanical beasts cease roaring across the pathway,
When the air is light but the sky is dark, and small leaves tumble uncoordinatedly through the air like snow
When the trees toss their dappled shadows upon the road which glints dully with a warm orange glow
So important a moment that even the silence in the shifting air listens as the clouds weep to the ground

I collect words that make things feel sweet
Words that taste like the truth hidden in letters that can be replicated a thousand times over
And still not feel the same

Tick tock, he said, tick tock
There’s a man behind me with the face of a clock
Vigil he stands and beyond towers
Immobile, as he marks the hours

I observe as his hands writhe about
As he says, my dear, time’s running out
But it’s not, I say, how can it be
When all there is
                                     is you and me

I’ll bear my chest unto the sky
so strike me down before I die
I’m waiting for a certain sign
For my idols to align
We fish swim in air thick as blood
The ground instead is caked in mud
Clean this dirt from walls and skulls
With weapons sharp and turning dull
We’re under control, unwillingly
From my bonds, please, deliver me

I believe, and always have, that this is the only place on this planet that never stays still,
That spins in all directions, reaching out to every corner of the earth. This is where life means the most, in every aspect of the word
Here people say goodbye whether for the first or last time, and often it’s hard to draw the line between the two. Often it’s hard to tell
What goodbye even means, but I hold on to the belief that it can be defined in any way
And right now it means see you later

Shattered fragments of a flawed heart splayed and lined up on the cold granite floor, emitting a soft glow and the gentle scent
Of lavender and pine

There will be a point one day when people tell you that your tall tales and wondrous dreams aren’t real.
Do not believe them. Not now, not ever. Your dreams will be your own to share and live and you tell them to back away, and you keep a tight hold on them, you hear? They’ll always give you hope.
There will come a time when you feel being extraordinary is something that doesn’t matter anymore. Well then, think again, because you always have been extraordinary and you’d better keep that going, because my god you are good at it.
You look so alive today, and all I can think is that after everything, you turned out amazing, so you sure as anything keep doing whatever it is that you did, because you did it right.

Pictures and photographs are nothing, just that-
They are still and do not show the emotion of the moment nor the person in it that you could see more clearly than this motionless frame ever could
I believe in the memories, where you have to try hard to go back and really see them.
You’ll notice that their features have faded, their hair turned grey, their faces longer and less than they were but that is not what you’re looking for.
Remember them by how they felt on every one of your days they touched, the silken pattern of their smile that was for your heart, not your eyes, to see.
The defined edges of their laugh, the intent behind their words and it won’t matter that you can’t remember how they looked because you’ll have discovered a form much more fitting to the beauty that no one else saw.

And you there rubbing the stardust out of your eyes that fell there upon a chance but has given you visions of worlds and skies far above
You are riddled with thoughts of far away worlds that you'll visit only in spirit and never in body
Where violescent atmospheres swirl above the dusty grounds and flicker behind your eyelids
But you'll be content even when others know you as the star-blinded child

         You'll be proud.

When I feel the world is moving way too fast,
When the stars disappear and reappear over the horizon in what feels like seconds,
When the moon's gentle crescent curve consumes the black around it and expands in the span of a night -
We’re moving so fast, you and I, we’re falling through space and time
The universe is expanding and we’re falling into the sun
Flying through space at a thousand miles an hour
With the sun hitting us at the speed of light
Life here is infinite, stretching out forever
So when I feel we’re going too fast
I rummage in my accumulated possessions and pull out the most valuable piece
I set up my still forest of ticking trees and clockwork animals
Plant the swaying grass within the everlasting soil

I'll sit in my unmoving meadow
And watch the world stay still

Sometimes a person walks into the dark
and never comes back out
Perhaps because there is nothing left to find
Perhaps because they have gone blind
But I think that most of all
They know that in the dark nothing hides

I’ve seen eyes that capture all that I am and pull it to the front so I see it all, good and bad.
Eyes that looked so deep I imagine I could fall into them and get lost.
Eyes that have seen until the end of the world and so much more.
Eyes that hold captive the beasts that dwell where we dare not go and put them to a deep sleep.
Eyes that have power and strength and ideas good enough to topple the world,
The same eyes that need nothing more than a warm mug of tea
And another pair of eyes to share the world with.

You let them live.

They were nothing more than stationary objects, Caged

But you gave them life, gave them spirit. Released them from they imprisoning bonds

My little monsters and little beings that no one else could see
And now that you’re gone they multiply

They’re beyond my control, they occupy the space that I used to reserve for you

But i’m okay with that after all

I miss you and so do they

You don't belong here, please get out
Out of my system, out of my mind
You plague my thoughts with stones and pins
But I'll be rid of you someday