I lay here beside you
Giggles erupt from my lips
As we talk about anything and everything
Gentle movements of the hips

You ask me why I'm laughing
I tell you I don't know                            
But in reality it's because
I'm scared to show      

All these feelings and emotions
I didn't think I could ever have
This feeling of belonging
Residing in my head

I lay here beside you
Your arms hold me close
Lips pressed together
I now feel at home

I know that once it's morning
These memories will just fade away
I roll over a little closer
As my heart now runs this race

Laying upon you chest
I cling on tight
whispers now over power the night

The world alive above us  
In silence they over hear
I now lay wide awake
But I never did make my point clear

I tied to whisper something
But I didn't want you to hear
So I laid there beside you
Trying to find the words to say
When randomly I whisper

"I love you"
"I love you"
"I love you"

They escape my lips
And danced in the night
As I'm still laying here clinging on tight

I know it's to soon
I know it's not right
But In the end
You'll never know
Because once again I giggle
I'm to scared to show

When you are a young white boy
You learn that "God" loves everyone
And you should too because
Everybody matters.

Then, you find out by yourself that,
What they actually meant,
Was that "God" treats everyone equally -
Nobody matters.

We are all equally irrelevant.
Just vessels awaiting our white sheets.

Sometime later you learn that,
While nobody matters, it is the loudest
Voices that have the least to say -
Idiots clatter their saucepans during evening discussions.

So as the blue, white, and red shine brightly across the world
While the Eiffel Tower remains silenced by tragedy,
It is the deafening strains of the bandwagon we hear
Struggling to cope with its passengers,

While the repeated explosions of idiots
Continue to clatter their saucepans all over the world
And the Facebook ramblings and Twitter chirps
Of disillusioned folks who didn't ever
Learn that their toys don't matter.
That their race or gender or religion doesn't matter.

Nobody, myself included, seems to grasp
The concept that we are all irrelevant,

Nobody, except those awaiting
Identification and burial,
Those who are comforted
By candles, flowers, and white sheets,
Who are whispering in the wind
The same question that eludes us all:

"Why is the world full of hate and evil men?"

And maybe it is in the acceptance
Of a spiteful "God", the acceptance
Of a mean, angry, vengeful pig of a "God",
A "God" who hates... Or maybe
It is in the asking of that very question:

That whisper in the icy November wind
That burns your hands at football matches
Or sitting outside in restaurants,
That makes them matter a great deal.

Even though I have everything I could have ever dreamed of, there is still a faint whisper from my past reminding me that I could lose it all once again.

you see another girl who wants attention
you see another "glad it's not me"
you whisper to your friends how she's just overreacting
you could take it if you were her
but how can you say that when
my head is an oven and someone keeps turning up the heat
my eyes are faucets and someone doesn't care about the water bill
my skin is a flimsy sweater and i'm in antarctica
my ears are the static on the television in the middle of the storm
my hands are your 90-year-old grandmother trying to lift a bowling ball
my legs are the roadrunner on a treadmill
i'm trying to breathe but i'm underwater
i'm screaming for help but everyone's deaf
but you don't see that.
no, you won't even try to.
she's no longer human
she's a caged animal at the zoo
just a dog at the pageant, waiting to be judged
say what you want, someone was going to anyways
but remember
some people are like water balloons
they can only take so much before they burst

Touched by the winds, the dull candle flickers
The shadow, she whispers upon the feline's whiskers
"What be out there?", I thought in my mind
Craved insecurities, but all in good time

I will not let it be, whispers and wonder
Tears do not fall, as I talk the words blunder
"Hath be I'm crazy?", spoke of myself
Closed eyes it seemed, as I only felt

Dressed in the nights, alone in my chair
Penning my life, ink smears and scared
I folded the paper, for it is all wrong
Scream the impossible, weakened not strong

It rapped on the walls, creaked bones inside
Given an ear, listen thy night
"What be out there?", I thought in my mind
Craved insecurities, but all in good time

I withered away, fear not my scenes
For I had taken it back by madness and dreams
Scraping the pane, gust open door
One step, two step, three step, four

Alone as I sit by shivering thought
Inside of my mind, restless and caught
It ruptured me cold, stiff and bit torn
Crashed through the pane, no longer born

The floorboards were bent by nothing but silence
Crime the mistaken, one second in violence
"What be out there?", I thought in my mind
Craved insecurities, but all in good time

Whence once I heard the faint whisper of the rushing wind
It formed a name in the air, whispering
The faint decibels that your soul voiced
Called out to me, unheard and unvoiced
Sweeping right back I searched for your figure
Forming shapes in the clouds
Awaiting your selfless shoulder
“Oh brother!” I cried out, “Where had you gone?”
You curved your lips and embraced me for long
My head felt light. My soul lingered
And I drifted to another world
To a scape bygone
As toddlers, I saw us playing on the hill tops
Amidst wintery clouds
I saw me run after you and fall on the ground
And suddenly you turned, with concern on your brows
Chasing back and picking me up
Brushing my tears and swinging me up
I saw us race to the school in the mornings
And I saw you hold my hand while returning
But then I felt my hands bereft
My head felt light. My soul revered
I saw me race alone to the school
And I saw me fall and chase the lonely cloud
I saw your face, and its obscure lines
My wet eyes rained bringing me back to this time
Sweeping right around I again searched for your figure
In vain I tried to form some shapes in the clouds
And then I heard the whispering wind rush in
Blanketing the clouds and taking them in
I heard no whispers, no names and no sound
“Oh brother!” I cried out, “Where have you gone?”

1.

Our love is a ******* tire tread
on an empty midnight highway
And no one remembers it later
But the people whose body it runs over
Every night.

2.

You say you've never seen me
The way I saw you, and believed you to be
Is it just because your eyes refuse
To be mine,
Like your heart always has?

You don't wanna share too much with me
And I understand
Too much whispers spoil a tale
Too much talking shares every moment
We have striven to be away
From each other.

3.

I've long been emptied of my screams
They are all painted in black and burgundy.
And hung across your corridor walls
For you to feel your way up
In complete darkness.

i wonder,
how many will disappear before we're all ghosts?