I used to perform rituals of loneliness
as I danced around a clock
Counting my steps until midnight
My footprints fit into minutes

But time stopped around mid-day
while the sun was at its peak
With your hand in my pocket
I'll give it no room for air
...I'll give it no room to breathe

Not everything is coming together

but there will be performances anyway

improvisation

How old are you, again?

NoTimeNoTimeNoTime

Hello, I'm silent and weird

I hope you still like me

Actually I don't care

Come watch, Come wait, Come see

Come On

I have sympathy for things that don't want it
and apathy for things that only want my sympathy

Yet I own no sympathy at all.

Buried next to me,
your head soaking wet in the clouds
thrash it near and far
until it rains on my brains
splattered on the sidewalk
too far from the stars

We were a cold case.
--emphasis on the "cold".

In the end,
it all comes down to the fact
that I'd rather be a ghost than an angel

First the shove
Then the punch
Then the blow from behind the knees
Kick me when I'm down
Stand on my chest
Stick a stake in it
through my heart and into the ground

but if you leave I'll be suffering a slow death at best.
I just hope you don't hear my dying engine sound.

and that negative sign never disappears.
It's forever tugging down my spine,
drilling me beneath the pavement.

and I'll hold my neck up straight and tall,
but my vertebrae only stretch so far.
Free me from my haunting enslavement.

Make room between the gaps.

You have a new favorite
and I'm not even the next best thing anymore

I don't believe in consequences
and the sky has been crying for days

And I keep having someday dreams
and someday never comes,
it's just a story my hand can't stop scribbling down on paper

I don't believe that dreams come true
and I don't believe in someday dreams
and I don't believe in consequences
and I don't believe in meaningless things

My affection and attention was tasted
and wasted
and now I'm wasted all the time
always in more way than one.

I'm haunted by the ghost I used to be.

My phantom soul lingers around corners,
and is hiding in the even darker corners of my zombie brain
constantly yearning for more and more brains.

And each day that I age,
the person I used to be seems better and better.

There's everything to tell but no words to use
So I'm in that moment where nothing's around
But everything's inside, pounding at my chest to get out
Peeking through holes in my heart
because there aren't any windows
Even if there were I'd buy curtains and blinds
because that's just what I do
So if you find any words, give them to me
because I'm running out
because they run away from home
I wish I could go with those words
but they're somewhere at my feet
and I'm scared of going down.

One of us had to change
I took the high road
You did too
Which I find strange

But
Now I guess we'll wait
for a compromise
or one of us
to change back

Hopefully this time
it's only one.

I used to think I was afraid of being touched.

Now I realize,
I've always just been afraid of the coldness
made by hands leaving my skin

You can't
find what
you don't
look for

I don't
see you
anymore

I'm not
even
looking
anymore

I sleep comfortably on
rock bottom
because it's a solid foundation
and I will build castles upon it
until I'm sleeping
...soaking wet in the clouds.

You tried leaning on me
when I was already falling down

If I
freeze time
nothing can
happen, nothing
wrong, nothing
bad, nothing
good, nothing

strong.

I spend so much time
convincing people that
the sun exists,
that I didn't have any
time to convince myself
that there's still
daylight at this time
of morning.

Always an ex
Never a lover.

We're only bodies
with pacing limbs
exempt from all our racing sins.

It's a song to end the night with...
It's a song to end the fight with...
It's a song to end a life with...
It's a song to start a flight with.

Don't chase after the wild things,
for they run the fastest.

Not out of addiction,
     just out of boredom.

I'm taking it into me.
I'm taking it in.

I learned to love rain again.
     it can't stop me now.

Not even in the hall of my love;
     the mighty mountain king.

That bobbin' buzz
kills me.

But I'm still buzzin'.

I wish everybody spoke a language foreign to me,
That way my understanding wouldn't be biased by words
and I would speak only with my body
and listen to the beautiful melody of tongues

The rain taps it's fingernails
on my window
to remind me that living things
are still growing

Everyone loves hearts,
but I'm prone to losing things
and to breaking things.
So you probably shouldn't give me yours

When tomorrow can start whenever
you want it to,
it's the time to be free.
While the clocks stop ticking,
related things do their jobs
and go to work,
to keep the current rolling.
"I heard the captain say"
to just keep going.
The waves will pick the pieces up
and twist them all around.
Take non-existing moments
and organize them
because tomorrow can start
whenever I want it to.

What's that mess on the floor?


It's the ink from my pen


Well what did you spill it for?


I didn't. You did.


No I didn't.


If you hadn't spilled the ink from my heart, I wouldn't have held the pen in the first place, and nothing would have fallen apart.

My skin tingles...
because my heart races
when it hears you say
I don't care to know how much you care

It tingles
when my heart races in an attempt to stay quiet

Everything tingles
when it's forced to stay quiet
because you refuse to hear its beats

Spitting out blood
from my tongue
in which I've been biting
this whole **** time.

Does it taste alright
to you?

I won't say you broke my heart because I never had one to begin with
but you ripped me apart,
limb by limb

Actually,
I would prefer that tearing and snapping
to what what was real

If I'm feeling it now
Much at all
If I've felt it before
If I've felt it at all
If I will feel it soon
If I will see that bittersweet moon
If I will die alone and
If it is shown that
I don't know anything on my own.

I stare at the ceiling
I don't count sheep
I count the number
of letters in your name

I close my eyes
and continue to creep
because it's quiet and I can see
nothing but the insides
of my eyelids and my mind

So I open my eyes, but I put this blanket on my face
and I try not imagine things as I try to sink deep
into my meditative process
but I still can see the letters in your name

1
2
3
4
5

I lay awake and have nightmares
They sing me to sleep.

It's pretty **** human,
It's filled with **** pretty humans.

We didn't applaud for the performance in front of us
Because that would mean letting go of what we held onto
So we sat in silent appreciation
Not only for the show,
but for the moment we lived in that was real.

Sometimes I forget
that things make
sense, sometimes

All I need is someone to be lonely with,
So come be lonely with me,
We'll live in Alonedom together.

Your words are a dagger that pierce through my skin
your feelings eat at my brain
My feelings reside in the knife in my hand
that I use to feed the hole that speaks in my chest
I removed it and did my best to sew the seems
but my stitching is messy and crooked
If you lift up my shirt you will see that the mouth is still there
it's teeth will grit and bear
A smile is never fair
but as long as you can see it's teeth
I will say it's a grin for now.

I never see the end
until I'm tripping over it.

Nothing quite like the night
when the sun is so bright
that it's white.

I often think
about the angel that laid upon the tracks
knowing that in ten seconds
everything will be over.

My heart is a suggestion box
and you've filled it to the top.

We died in your arms.
Let me live in your arms.

Sometimes I wish there was little to say with nothing but time,
but there's so much to say and our time is gone.

If jealousy is ugly then so am I.

Love me to pieces
and put me back together

I'll love you to dust
and vacuum you up

The only person
in a crowded room
of friends.

You ask me why,

but I never know anymore.