I’ve learned about this some time ago
Feelings you had for me were true
But now it shows-
Day to day, you tire of my charm
And fights against yourself,
Still proving to me you aren’t worth this call.
We’re young, they say about us, about our love…
It’s true, yearning to grow but keep a child’s soul
And I feel it’s been…
too long…
And so…
it fades…
to silent times.

Problem is this heart lacks a will of keeping time.

We’ve had hope to go by...
Hold on to me and laugh about it.

In this time I sit and breathe,
I wonder what this will mean to me soon
You ask… of
Remembering these passing years
Where you had tasted better times
Placed with smiles all around your head.
Memories are broken keys
In locked boxes picked with
Eyes closed.
I paint…
Myself...
No colors of regret…
The lies of patience bound within
The lover that remains wishes
A return to a life again

The life I killed of a previous friend.

We’ve had hope to go by…
Hold on to me and laugh about it.
My smile pretend to realize
I have so little left to laugh about it.

A heart to archive the missing smiles,
I’ve lost the right to say you can return mine.
And who is to say what we will be
In the coming days, stressed in distant differences.
A hand to retain the wave goodbye,
You’ve lost the will to say that you are mine.
And no one’s left to decide
What’s wrong? What’s right?
In the coming days, stressed in distant differences.

And I’ve prayed for better years to be seen
With you and I, friends in between
I’ve seen the silence and it haunts me so…

And I’ve prayed for better years to be seen
With you…
and I…

© 2011

When you're lying in the shallow,
You know it really makes it harder.
I don't think that you'll be drowning
With your head above water.
Should have known, my darling
That you can only see the sky
face down.

Running from your problems,
Yet again I find you standing by.
Who would've known that trouble swims
Just about as well as you can lie?
Should have known, my darling
That you can only see the sky
Face down.

Please stop all your splashing
You are just getting me all wet.
Just breathe in a little longer,
I'll make sure you can forget.
And then you'll know once again
That you can only see the sky
Face down. 

© 2010

Do you wade in my rivers,
turning about the flow
in tune with the melodic
apprehension of me surrounding you?

Is the current strong enough,
pulling you closer to the end,
my whole in return for your embrace
when you are sedated in awe?

Can you keep afloat in this,
the lust of moment when
my thoughts consume you
more than the waters eluding you?

For when you realize the drought,
you may have already drowned.

© 2010

A letter ink-white stained, arrives at her door again.
A lonely line that says "I miss you."
Of letters coalesced in the pile by her chest,
Atop the hill one proclaims "I love you".

This paper hill's last breath on the bed which they rest
Will burn as if they exist together.
In the ash that covered sheets- what flames could not reach,
The letters sing alone "Forever."

Her arm rests on the floor, her heart beats a sigh till four.
The dust in her lungs is swarming.
The mailbox rings a tone, another letter has found home.
In due time, its message claims "I'm coming."

© 2010

The doll is feeble, dull is the needle
Pulled by the limbs, the string is so thin
All over the roads and hills
Covered with mud and muck
Silent smile dragged on for miles.
In these travels, the string unravels
The distance is great but still it’s not far behind

Stitches torn apart,
Forever, stitched at heart.
To feel threaded sutures slip away
And they’re dragged on
For miles and miles, but still they stay
It still holds on

The string gets longer but never stronger
It withers at ends still getting pulled along
Stitch to confine what is inside
It only smiles with a grin that never seems to fade
Too tired to cover what stitches cover
Without any hold, they come faster undone
Hanging on for as long as it could
From the hands that can never let go
Always believing that brand-new feeling

Forever, stitched at heart
To feel threaded sutures slip away
And they’re dragged on
For miles and miles, but still they stay
Stitched up the loose ends so the smile never fades
A doll’s life is fine life.

© 2010

A coarse voice reaches over the hilltops
speaking clear passion to the fading daylight,
but this is the sunset that's never spoken-
showing little of what it knows.

With this heartbreak, the sunset disappears,
willing nothing to give but to cold meadows.
Alone the coarse voice speaks sadness
of why we damage ourselves for fleeting warmth.

© 2009

Little leaves of what little see,
Underneath this tree is little me.
Grown in wants of what I little need.
Pillaged of my seeds till little is left of me.

Little seeds pillaged of what little is left of me.
Grown in the little wants of what I need.
Underneath little me is this tree.
Little see of what is past the little leaves.

Of little me, hanging from underneath the tree.

© 2009