Planets above and fathoms below,
I ask on the Empty, "Where should I go?"
Do I trust my compass, shall I break my clock?
Are there ways of guidance we've yet to unlcok?

One giant leap forward, two giant leaps back.
One foot nursing wounds, one prepared for attack.
I knock and I knock at the great wooden door
but the Empty is silent and I wonder for more.

My questions give silence and no answers are found
except words of heaven that make not a sound.

The planets and fathoms, they answer me not,
but somewhere has answered this pondering thought.


You can search far and wide, you can struggle and bleed,
but the answers your seeking aren't the answers you need.

I have always found homes strange.
Perhaps not houses themselves
But the stillness in them.
I always found it strange
How people leave things
Always under the impression
That they will come back to them.
I guess it makes things
That much worse
When they don't.

Douse my brain
In alcohol
Into the abyss
I slowly fall
I watch as stars
Pass me by
My arms hang limp
Too tired to fly
If I could grab
All the stars
Those near
And those far
White
Blue
Hot
Cool
I'd burn my skin
To bring them to you
But even stars
Cant make you love me
You don't care
That I'm falling
You wont be there
When I reach the ground
You wont hear
The gut wrenching sound
Of my bones cracking
Against the earth
Of my blood splattering
On the dirt
If there's such thing
As spirits and souls
I hope that mine
Dies with my bones

The girl awoke, as ever before
Younger than herself yet older,
As before, too young to know her own words
And too old to speak them freely.

Words, she said, were like sneezes,
Maybe not so frequent, but still,
For some erupting easily and eloquently
And for others, hanging painfully unheard
Building pressure yet never ceasing until forgotten.

She sat up, her tousled hair catching in the morning light.
No, she said, sneeze was not a clever metaphor
She tried again.

Words, she said, were like flowers,
Maybe not so dainty, but still,
Some big, catching the eye, the ones we plant in our gardens,
Others smaller, the wildflowers that often go unnoticed
Yet somehow carry more beauty than the others.

She pressed her sun-kissed feet to the floor.
No, she said, flowers could not be compared
To something as graceful as words.

She tried again, her tender lips unsure
Her blue eyes sparkling yet broken.
As she stumbled over thoughts,
The corners of her mouth curled subtly.
I wished I could kiss those lips.

Words that are not hers fall from my hands
And thoughts that are not hers spring to me,
More eloquently than my own thoughts.

When I am alone, and my chest hurts,
Oh it hurts, and my heart won’t stop.
My eyes often fill with tears and I cannot stop
Or feel what keeps me here,
It all goes, it all goes.

The words I say are hers began as words
That only sprang to mind from fiction
And yet everything comes back to her once more, again.

When I am alone, and my heart is not beating with my consent,
The face that fills the pain is hers alone.
I love him deeper yet I do not feel the pain from him
For when I feel an ache, an ache is all I feel
Therefore the things that hurt, hurt all the more.


She sat up, her tousled hair catching in the morning light.
She smiled with those perfect lips, yet those words were not hers.
I do not remember any words.

She pressed her sun-kissed feet to the floor.
Her blue eyes fixed on me, I think she does not love me,
Although her words say otherwise.

I would not wish for her to love me, for I love another more.

Words that are not hers fall from my hands
And thoughts that are not hers spring to me,
More eloquently than my own thoughts.
The words I say are hers began as words
That only sprang to mind from fiction
And yet everything comes back to her once more,
Again, again,
Again.

How wonderful it is to know
That in some very distant universe
   Where the equal
   And opposite reactions
   Are held
I live a life that did not derail
The moment you said
Hello.