We sway and turn
Letting tears fall
To the floor of ever-lasting love.
For you may say,
Not today
But you feel anyway.
Lyrics crowd your head,
As there colors spill out of your mind,
Dripping out of your pores and soaking into your spine.
It's is such a lonely world
You think
As you watch your breath swirl in the cold air
It is all to much
You think
As you stand on this stage playing with your hair.
Sometimes it is to much
To face the people you love,
and sometimes it is to much
To face the people you have outgrown.
But this is a school dance,
And while your touch may send shocks in my heart
I will never break my walls
And give into the sick game.
So let's up just sway and turn

Maybe when
the nights get old
we can dance through
the streets
as if no lie was ever told.
We will cut our hair lose
dye it the colour of
our pain
Tattoo quotes from the dead,
or the aliens in our brain.
We will set the town on fire,
and leave it ablaze,
driving a long road
and while the night gets old,
our spirits stay young
because as crazy as we are,
we are the generation
of broken ones

I don't know the rules. If I go looking
for grace and find it, what will grace

be but penance for my past, a silver
sinew-thread wrapping 'round old
            wrongs, gray hair for the
                        fickle.

I've naught but want for sweet release
from this history. The bombs ignored,
            repeating in gramophone static
                        dripping stiff

as wet bamboo. I remember someone
once sang here, once strung together

chords so sweet they rang like peace-
bells beneath cloudless sky. They've
            rang the bell upon my jaw and
                        done no wrong.

It's not so much unlike one's curiously
cold reception at a funeral. The cold
            and rain ****** at the skin
                        during graveside hymnal.

As long as the earth continues
its stony breathing I will breathe.

That which I cannot help but do.
Stuck between boulders, I sing.

When it stops, I will shatter back
into gravity. Into quartz.

if i keep living
then i have to keep hurting

An ocean;
an urge
A waterfall all ready to pour out
But not a single drop trickles down.
It’s all in
drowning
and
swimming;
gasping
and
breathing;
emotional
and
impulsive.
I am crying words,
for there are no tears.

Do you ever feel like if you breathe too loud during a quiet song
You won't be able to hear the music?

Are you ever afraid you might miss your soon-to-be favorite part of the song
All because you breathed at the wrong moment?

Well I'm lying here and I'm listening to the most beautiful song
And I can't concentrate on the song because I'm too busy concentrating on my breath

And do you ever feel like you go through life like this?
Like you want so much to say what you need to but you're afraid you'll ruin the most beautiful parts?

I'm guilty of this
Of sacrificing my breath to hear the most beautiful song