The sun shines brightly,
But I can’t feel its warmth.
This house feels dark and empty,
Especially when I look back at the night we spent together.
You held my soul, and I begged you not to ever let go.
If I had known what I know now,
You wouldn’t be haunting me.

Those days are gone when we held hands
And laughed together as the world spun around us.
I can still smell the floor wax and sweat,
'And I can feel the blisters on my pads from the nights we spent skating,
Like we were skating away from the truth.
This relationship was never meant to last

We loved like a fever,
But we weren’t strong enough to withstand the storm.
As the waters broke through and swallowed you,
I knew I would never love again.

I’m tired of this game, tired of chasing that high.
It feels like I’ve loved nothing at all.
Sapphires in the sky can’t compare to your eyes,
And even though she feels like home, you were the only one I would live in.

I wish I could be under your pressure,
So you could shine like a diamond.
I know we were both young and in the rough,  
But when you left my world, I lost the light of my life.
The colors of the world faded,
And the dreams I had vanished,
All because of the promises you made and the debts you kept.
I hope one day you’ll remember the times we had together.

The sun shines brightly, but I can’t feel its warmth.
Colors bleed into black,
And time seems to have frozen in place,
Even though I cry through the ice
.You’ll never be mine.
Oh, why can’t we rewind?

Back in those days, when we went on festival rides
And attended high school *****.
We kissed under the starlight and pinned ourselves against walls,
thinking we knew it all.
And this song would never end, because we would keep on singing.

If I knew what I know now,
I would have stopped chasing after that love.
Sapphires in the sky can’t compare to your eyes.

i dream about your lips...

...they look nice

pleasantly pink and supple
delectable even
i’m sure they’ll feel so wonderful
placed delicately upon mine

i indulge in the thought of your touch

(warm and safe)

curled up at your side
breathing you in
your scent unknown to me

something i’m eager to decipher

once i am released from this cage
i promise to devour you
every inch of your body
no secrets between our skin

and if you so choose


...no clothes either...


just pure ecstasy
produced by the entanglement
of unveiled bodies

and teen angst

i fantasise about love
and how we might make it
time and time again
beside the purest of touch

(a soft embrace)

never forgetting it began with a song
and grew with isolation
cultivating longing
strengthening our bond...

                                              

        ­                                                                 ­       ...good enough...




...until the day i can hold your hand

People don't change;
I'll still have Bukowski quotes
written on my ribcage
in Sharpie.

Chlorine will go straight into
my nose whenever someone
mentions drowning,
or hating life in general.

Jokes about surf punk and Arizona tea,
everything I've done in the past year
has grown stale. I use the same
three words to describe my feelings.

Things don't change;
my apologies are still faux.
I never felt grief about that death,
or all those car accidents and overdoses.

Radio pop songs derive catharsis,
but I use one pretentious band or two
to combat that. It does nothing,
I am nothing,
or something like that.

Everything won't change;
except for feelings, emotions,
point of views, personal contacts,
and my habit of texting back.

I'll say a bunch of Beatnik quotes
and freak out over small things,
the latest post punk song will be
spray painted in the school's parking lot.

I'll still hate the smell of Chlorine,
but love the thought of memories.
Love the thought of moving on

and the idea of things ending
for a good reason.