Her figure
Her form
Her smile
Her lips
Every moment
Of every day
She crosses my mind
Like the Sun's rays in the morning sky
I think I'm in love
But I am afraid
For what if her heart
Is in another place

You have me
Wishing and waiting
Hoping and praying
Sitting and staying
Close enough to feel
Your hand in mine
Your lips to mine
Your breath and mine
Every song
Is about you
What I think about you
Lyrics line up perfectly with my thoughts
And every morning
And every night
It's you
And love songs
Anticipating
With the birds and the bees
And the flowers and trees
Waiting for the moment
When you are mine
For you have me

As I lay in this darkened house
At the end of a snaking hall
I count
And recount
The times my heart was
Charred
And scarred
Tossed
And left to rot
By the most beautiful fall
Her name akin
All I needed was the closest friend

To whom shall I belong?

She can have it all
My gentle hands
Or a firm grasp
A poor beard
Or a close shave
Needed space
Or a warm embrace
And on her lowest days
I'd wipe the tears from her face

I'd be the man you've read about
The man you've dreamt about
I'd pluck the stars
And the moon draw nigh
Just to see you smile

Often I entertain
The thought
That
I wasn't meant To find
She who
Finds a way
To calm the violent waves
That plague my mind

I have lived
And I have died before
I do not want to make the same mistakes
I do not want to make the fallacy of living life without living at all
Though I understand things need to be done
A job, income, love, and a bed
And at the same time
I know life is not to be wasted on the same trivial things

I want to craft a ship
With no tattered sails
And sail the seas
To tell the world
Once
And twice over
Then do it again
Of the love that I've found with you

The times are young
And the times are tough
The mountain man sews his cloth
The winter is gonna be rough.
He palms the sweat from his brow
Out the window he surveys his plow
Jagged rust
Scratched iron's reaction to snow
By the pond lies his cow
His beloved bovine Big Brown
And he recalls the calf, after birth, lying on the ground
The mountain man sighs in desperation
His wife and daughter with gaunt faces warm their skinny bones by the fire
The cast shadow paints them like death
Flies swirling in their breath
And the mountain man grabs his gun.
With heavy heart, and heavy boot he trods the winter mix,
Jagged soles so as not to slip.
A single tear steams as it strolls his face.
Two shells in their homes
Aims the barrel to the brown beast's nose.
Past the eyes, antlers reveal with grace.
He pulls the trigger and the snow is painted red.
The animal falls dead.
He turns to the house and sees his daughter through the window peer,
Notices the anticipation on her face
And gives God grace for the deer that took Big Brown's place.

These days there's a recurring theme
It's 4 am
I'm lacking sleep
And losing dreams

I grab a stick of nicotine
Light the end
And
Feel the smoke brush my teeth.
"Max, the unlovable"
I've come to know
The agony that befalls
The last leaf that winter dawns.
Alone.

"I need some time
To think about
My life without you"
Said the puppet to the string

Was i born to write?
To transcribe syllables from thought and mind,
To breathe and bring life,
And at the same time
Wage war with
And those against?
To cement myself in a comfortable coffin and suffocate in the absence of light?
Or was i born to pull back the night
And paint violent colors of red
And
Yellow
And
Orange
And
Call it the morning sky?
Well i regret to tell you,
that i neglected to tell you
that i tremble.
And not just from freight.
A paintbrush- i can't hold tight.
Instead, let my fingers find letters- my favorite is I.
Let my fingers find letters
And I'll string together
What lies beyond
Clouds, and the highest high.
The sun and the stars.
A parallel planet,
And it's inferior nights.
An alien planet,
And our life through their eyes.
So miniscule,
At most benign.
Let my fingers find letters
And i will create
A line.
I will bend it's shape,
Perfect it,
And let it sing it's praise.
Let my fingers find letters.
I will captivate.

You don't know what love is

In

I don't see you enough
I don't feel you enough
I don't hear you enough


Out

I crave your face
I crave your hand
I crave your voice

Sometimes I wish I was like those people who
Can **** whomever they please
And continue about their life
As if nothing ever happened
Emotionless
Unattached

You

Make me
Want

To be

A

Better
Man

I beg you
Peck my eyes,
Oh fair Raven in the sky.

Melt the moon
Stretch the stars

Pluck the leaves
And string the beads

The piano's standard keys
Ring in a melody

Brought the new year
Echo

Draw the bow
Across the room

Blonde
No

Brown
No

The British girl from
The comic shop

The girl from
Forever 21

I was drunk

The fake tree
On the balcony

We danced to The
Drums

I found
Chet Faker

This chain
Breaks

I almost texted you good morning
I forgot
We aren't talking
You had become my second nature