Nothing stays new
Tares, holes, and rips
Seal your lips
Until everything turns to ashes
And everyone flips

everyone you know calls you the tame one
like you were lost and found and were always sleeping
lessons learned: don't fake sick, muse often, ask "how soon? is now ok? am I used up?"
we go for those who could be real heroes, they say
so you cough up nothing to clear your brain and go back to sleep,
the same as before

-c.j.

I miss you and the bridges we built, even when your ghost
whispers, how are you
I remember the weekend we found bones in the ground
you told me to roll up my sleeves, this is no small discovery
we dug till midnight
mile after mile it seemed, though it was merely meters
oh boy, you exclaimed, we've hit the bottom
and that was similar to our adieu

-c.j.

the tower holds no princess, only water,
the life of these parts- without it, they'd drop dead
blues and greys of the skies don't interrupt the inner waves
they know they must only hover

-c.j.

rumours spread that medusa has starry eyes
the kind that embrace the others' before turning them to stone

-c.j.

my friend was in love with a boy who put a shotgun to his head
and pulled the trigger and broke her heart
at his funeral someone said the reason why, the real thing that caused him to do this, could never be known, we'd just have to wait for the morning sun
his speech was bitter and I tasted lemon
the world may believe that the truth is buried, too,
but I believe it's waiting there to be found by people who care about the reason why, the real thing
because it is not a passing fancy; it is not a myth

-c.j.

I had a cold shower, and i didnt even notice