Physics:                                                         ­      Love:
        It's not the fall that kills                          It's not falling in love that kills
             The fall is actually                                          The fall is actually
                 exhilarating                                                     ­    thrilling
                 invigorating                                                     ­ intoxicating  
                 breathtaking                                                     ­  vitalizing
         it's when you've finally                                    it's when you've finally
               hit the ground                                                  reached the end
                that kills you                                                     that kills you.

I’m sideways, middle ground burned and left and right beyond reproach so I take no stand against a stand against anything that might be controversial and those thoughts won’t go away no matter how much I rebel because you instil so much that I never wanted to learn because all I want to learn is that you love me without taking a stand, without conditions, without thought.

"Out of the blue,"
he thought, hit on the head
with effects from the sky.
A pleasant apocalypse
balanced above the ground
where his attention lied,
Digging for secrets
yet ignoring the treasures,
burying himself alive,
Looking up too late
but just in time for me
to be free to fly.

He's six feet above
And he's missing her because
She's six feet under.

I'm lying on a soft, warm bed
not made of cotton
but of dirt and pebbles
I stretch my fingers over it
and sigh as I open my eyes
My eyes are round with wonder
as they take in the canopy of flowers above
Long, vibrant stems caress my body
as the peaceful white ladies
stand tall beside me
This can't be real, I think.
Yet I stretch out my hands
and pluck a flower
to feel its power
Beautiful and so fragile,
a poor little thing indeed
I put it in my mouth to taste
and cringe as I taste leather.
I push myself off the ground
and stand over the eerie canopy
that confused me so.
Then I look up
to see rolling hills
stretched out as far
as the eye can see.
As I stand there admiring
A push makes me lurch forward
and I fall on the ground
out of my real bed
tangled up in my bed sheet.
I'm depressed as I realize
that I'm back to my reality
and I curse the one
who had pushed me.

Learning from inside-out, crouched, how do I tie this double-knot?
Acoustic ambience bouncing around in the space between my ears
Creating songs the shape of you,
sea of sadness.
Melancholic temple,
where you have gone to worship all your life,
is burning to the ground in great, blundering flames.
Was it you
who nearly drowned
last June?
Was it you
who never
ever
let them
forget?