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

You always smile like your about to cry,
You always laugh away the lies.
You always hug me,
When I feel ready to die
So why do you keep yourself locked inside?

We stick together, the almost perfect two,
We have to many inside jokes, all of them so true,
We have always failed together so we don't lose,
So why dismiss yourself Luke old news?

Are you afraid of me laughing at you?
Are you angered by the truth?
Or perhaps it's the unknown feelings,
That threaten your youth.

No matter what it is, I will always stand by.
And I am ready to be the shoulder ready for the cries.
Through love, hate, war and  sorrow,
I'll never let you suffer alone,
Even if it means making it to tomorrow.

You've got my eyes.
Captured my heart.

As if a love deity chose you for me.

You always lie.
But I cover it up.

You always cry.
But I cover it up.

Your lips drip red with all the things you spew.

You've got my eyes.
Captured my heart.

As if all the stars in the sky pointed to you.

You always hide.
But I cover it up.


You're always blind.
But I cover it up.

Lungs filled to the brim with lies.

You've got my eyes.
Captured my heart.

My entire being is owned by you.

You always lie.
But I cover it up.

You always cry.
But I cover it up.

Choking on your lies, burning from the inside.