Won for Seven

There's a gap between the desk and draw
Where the forgets lay resting on the floor.
Only when the scribble clears do I understand the weight,
The subtle hints once too insecure for fate.
It wasn't the mixtape stapled in its prison,
Or the smell of cologne that had once proudly risen,
It was the shivers. Do you remember the shivers?
They started by the pool underneath under the lip quivers
Where secrets were exchanged, words too raw it burned to say.
Significance in question; I still remember that day.

Now my mouth burns remembering it is less than a memory,
Pushed in to a corner so my broken eyes don't have to see.
Motions keep going, sometimes remembering the forgets;
After all the bleached angels I have seen, my home's inside regret.
Put on that dusty mixtape, but the voice sings too slow;
Whoever said yesterday had to come and go?

Day/Night [Haiku]

Clouds are a cobweb,
with the sun as a spider
eating all the stars.

Behind

No, you couldn't tell.
So quiet behind the sheet,
quick to judge, slow to follow
the movement of their feet.

Signs lay trapped on the street,
rounded corners now broken bones;
They aren't looking for the beginning
the end didn't leave them so alone.

Pink clouds hide a half-baked home
when the sun collapses luck is grey.
Dark brings an awkward reckoning,
not the questions exposed by day.

Cover up the wayward prey,
the eyes that have no sleep.
Marks on skin and emptiness
follow me like sheep.

Behind the broken bed they keep,
the flowers that've misplaced bloom
back to when they were born,
leaving all too soon.

Questioning shapes in the moon,
once had lived but left behind,
on the street of lost intention
where no one has time.

Password

Go against the tide.
My birthday is a waste of time.
I always feel 8, 18 or 80.
Lights are too bright,
shoes in the spotlight.
Imagination is key
but stop dreaming.
It's worthless,
it's endless.
Philosophy and fuck the world,
everything I'm too blind to see
the endless opportunity
that I've heard of.

Faith in Leaves

My worst is when I feel my best, promise not to look the other way.
You're always parading around through mirror stores, aware of what they say.
Does it bother you that they're just as shallow as you refuse to be?
No regret cards to be played, when you're down-side is swinging from a tree.

And you're telling me not to be so silly, that without respect you lose it all.
Behind, I hear distress yelling, "don't fall, don't fall."
I drew my back to everything I thought I always knew, and let my legs down,
Flying with the aliens, the dinosaurs the truth wouldn't have allowed.

Cheers to the mystery and the misery and the endless possibility,
Not having to get pulled into routine by continuity.
"You could be just like a star if you ever connect with the Earth,
Underneath the trench coat dreams in you there's more than the dollars worth."

Gave it up for the one who believes in transformation,
The figure who never has to live through the same alteration,
The blood is stained on the microscope slide,
There's nothing left inside left to hide.

Beginning to End.

Bright behind the boulevard where the broken see-saw hides,
Mosquito’s find their long lost wings and circle with the flies.
It’s all the same when you hide your shame without saying goodbye.
No, there’s nothing underneath the name so your eyes shouldn’t deny.

Sugar in your pocket, honey on the mind and tasting just like lime.
Take off the time and your shoes, both never will be mine.
Empathy knows no place ending emotions that can’t stay,
In the river or in the ocean where the dead can float away.

But the feeling of restraint won’t let me climb to the top of all wrong,
String sitting tied around my ankles, I started from Point A so strong,
How is this all worth it, how do you reach the end with the road in ties?
How am I meant to go through the motions with no life behind your eyes?

Stray Dog Freedom

There's a dog down the end of the road,
He doesn't really have a home.
He sits on the street corner and begs
Caught in between the turning legs.

And if you're true he'll follow you,
Across rusted train tracks
To the old motel down the street,
Where I toss him leftovers, uncooked meat.

His tail wags "thanks, thanks, thanks,"
He'll be our visitor for a day.
Rinse the dirt off his back,
Let him sleep in my lap.

On my couch he snores through dreams,
Until he feels his freedom is at stake;
When he wanders off another way,
Before he feels the need to stay.

So, I'm catching the 10 o'clock train,
Skipping between battered towns,
The squeak of the brozing train tracks
Reminding me to never go back.

No, you won't catch me out here.
I've got nothing to hold me back;
Nothing to lose, just like my friend,
I'll stay for a while but leave you in the end.



Adaptation of: http://www.sing365.com/music/lyric.nsf/Stray-Dog-Freedom-lyrics-Bright-Eyes/D7EA7F8EFD93CD9C482572730011F753

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Loose stringed guitars that lay on your floor.
I remember stories that filled me from the core,
Creating music with the wind through the screen door:
You'd try covering it too long, it couldn't take anymore.

An eye irritation. The words were too much.
Keeping close those eyes that were too cold to touch.
Well, the floor had spilled carpet all over the room,
Your feet were a breeze, chasing the moon.

The carpet surrendered as it started to rain,
The windows were shaken, but didn't complain.
How could it feel lonely with these promises to hold true?
I never really cared about anything that wasn't you.

I liked sleeping beside you in the summer nights,
When the sun was in the breeze, you felt just right.
Then the winter came, acting on its own device
Left the comfort of your body to turn into ice.

Now, everything's a phase and I keep brushing them off.
Some things I hope will remain but the rest can back right off.
I'm sick and hope to see the progression in this song-
Did you memorize those numbers or was it taking you too long?

So I drink to the happiness and the weightlessness,
And never having to plead for your forgiveness.
Sometimes I swear I can fly away.
Walls are shifting and I caught them as they started to say,

"I might just be a little lonely, but I'll wrap myself in paper to hide,
No point in holding a grudge against the oceans tide
It will come back, and it may even stay,
So don't you search for the moon, wishing for the day."

The postage stamps slipped through the drain,
Taught me I had nowhere I wish to remain.
I sleep in these torn sheets with a body so neat.
To keep away the dust and hold close the smell of burning feet.

Why do you think you are worthy?

Mornings spent by telephones,
Pick it up, hear the dial tone.
Don't be such a cliche.
Live life the safe way,
Between white lines,
Acoustic sounds fill the street.
You've got cold shoes,
Where are your feet?
Struggling these cords,
Ripped and adored.
Learning slang from times,
Cutting white lines
Into letters of L O V E.
Starting to pace
Up the shore by the sea
Where the sands are indifferent
Thrown by the wind,
A slap in the face,
Stuck in this bind.
Disassociate time,
They've all gone away.
Humble whimpers and moans
Couldn't convince them to stay.

Sunsets and Car Crashes

Magma can wait; we’ve got ice in our steps.
Approaching the gutter to find what we left.
These footsteps so strange as we walk to the sun,
Burning together just like when we begun.

Company prized like a cat and its whiskers,
Stripped of dignity the air’s getting brisker.
I would have taken you up those cool stairs,
But then would I know if you ever did care?

Teaspoons scream from deep in their cage,
Thunder scared books into turning their page.
I saw you that day elegantly covered in green,
Couldn’t help but wonder where you’d been.

The plastic collides with the glass on our feet,
I surrendered to the splinters and fell in defeat.
Your chest heaves good intentions, your thoughts lack.
Entertaining the lines of come and go back.

The weather doesn’t bother me now,
My feet, burned and cut, can’t comprehend how
I’m blind and oblivious just like you
To the gaps that let the light float right through.


-written for a title-provided contest

Clap Your Hands (REVISED) - Collab With Kellie

Fly between today and tomorrow,
smiling from the corners of the earth.
spend some time playing in puddles,
am i the dollar determining your worth?
within the mud that makes you happy,
leave your dreams of black and grey.
come and live inside of what is mine,
where back drops determine your day.
lay back on the wrinkled kitchen tiles
carving bible versus into broken lime.
draw your attention to the lettering,
how did i ever mistake you for the light?
you say, 'i love the way you look at me.'
and it's almost as though i am afraid.
shot like a sparrow out of a widows tree,
where angels shower those sugar grenades.

the needle comes down on the record,
the rug ripped from underneath our feet;
we were fishing for a sense of reason,
hoping you wouldnt be lost inside of me.
and you drowned in my very own sorrows,
you cried when the angels had wept.
shot like a sparrow out of a widows tree,
the balance between love and forget.

Blue Through and Through

Deprived gas inside that rubber ball,
pushing out but sent back in
as it cuts through the paper air
without a second thought.

Notions of forgiveness
skidding across the ground,
you could give them stability
had you the chance to forget.

I have observed quietly
what the bird was bred to know.
That flight is an incline in a decline
a hard climb for an easy fall.

I'm sure your cheeks agree with me
from painful blush to natural flush,
I don't know which I prefer.
There's beauty in desperation.

Paint your face, hide behind expectations.
You used to laugh so manically, cry so freely.
Then your trust turned its back to you,
forced you to forget.

In A Nutshell

My birthday is just another day of the year. Christmas is a hoax.
My walk is irrelevant and I'm sure the Earth doesn't feel it.
My eyes are not a window to my soul;
in fact I don't even think I have a soul.
I'm not generic all the time and neither are you.
Sure, you can do something outrageous to claim some originality,
but it all boils down the same.
There will always be people that know you, know of you.
And there will always be people that don't care to learn about the space you occupy.
I'm just another being, I move and I breathe.
I try and keep my heart in my chest and my beliefs on my sleeve.

Three Steps

(One to get away from you, one to get over you, one to forget you.)


I guess they developed those blocks of land where our memories were made.
Skipping stones across the jetty they were falling to our grave.
I remember the cup of water that was spilling at the brink,
The times lying on the grass where I always used to think:
'Don't be the lines written on my face,
Don't be the admiring ash in the fire place.
Don't be the times I forgot to brush my teeth twice a day.
Say you want a fresh start, why aren't you here to stay?'
You were so calculated in every step you took,
I was analytical and pretended life was like a book.
I used to ask you what you thought; did it change from day to day?
(though you'd tell me how your mother was,) You never used to say.

Won't You, Don't You

My lines are crossed with wayward frowns,
You're across the room looking down.
Does it matter if the beginning's at the end?

I'll push a little harder on the walls behind the bay,
These army tanks are just a shell for a turtle in the day.
When the war is just a coin toss, there's nothing to defend.

Is it lost when I am found, the prayers inside the tales.
We're make believe and struggling to stay on these rough rails.
Don't be a stranger in a coffin of a bad yellow and blue blend.

A little closer to the roof and the house will cave right in,
I haven't asked your name, this is how we begin.
Hold my lips and kiss my hand, why won't you be my friend?

Have Heart

There's detoxification in the initiation,
You're cold and cold you'll stay.
What's to do with winter smiles?
Improve your composure by running away.

The glorification you can't fathom,
Stuck in the cement with buried treasure,
Tears in your eyes which is a surprise,
Your apathy is impossible to measure.

I don't believe in ghosts or children,
When do the dead finally become free?
When do the babies become intoxicated?
I don't believe any good can come from me.

The shore line has corrupted my mind.
Forever changing, but staying the same.
The sands honesty battles the waves away,
Through thousands of years it's remained.

You're so cynical, why don't you see?
No beauty could have come from coal,
You're a waste of paint, of company.
This art couldn't save your soul.

Dear Acceptance

There's the constructed and the reconstructed, the buildings that have gone through the same processes time and time again to make things work, or the words that have been changed, (im)perfected and debated over. There are the hearts made of plastic that choke the turtles in the sea, there are the times where you insisted that there's no life in a tree but a forest has the capacity to stop you from changing from slave to free. You've got your capitalism and your ideologies, I've been sleeping in playgrounds and flying with swings. A bird had blotted out the moon, it shone there through its wings. There's significance and soul in the most trivial things.

What's the definition of insignificance? Whether the weather is accurate or not, the differentiation between lines and dots: it's a learning experience that most have forgot. You can be an optimist on opium or a pessimistic person, but the significance still lies there. You could be sleeping or leaving or splitting some old grey hairs but it's still a reflection on your life (whatever that word means). I'd prefer to write a commentary than be held between two teams because they make it seem so straight forward, one kicks one to their knees. But that's not something to live by: within the set of morals you have from your parents, the bible, or your brothels; you have to do as you please.

You Helped to Pass the Time

I am unsure where to start, with your words wrapped around my knees, pulling at my dress so slightly, but so eager to please. Maybe it’s the missing substance, or the way you used to be, with the nervous glances and shaking hands; a little less than me. But a knife dropped and in its fall took the innocence of the Lord. I could not blame you for your actions, so don’t blame me for being born.

Perhaps it was the initiation when they paved the streets all wrong. Or was it that blue bird in the street, singing that melancholy song? Things like this, they just don’t work. You’re the night and I’m the day. For short times we can exist together but the rest cannot stay, their lives live in mirrors; fighting to keep the world true. Forgive my envy and apathy for not letting me get close to you.

Something light just struck the street between the blue falling feathers and the disorganization of feet. It made me step back and the world seemed split in two. I had lost, regained, and lost some more, now I’m left with just the hope of you.

But it's surprising how little I miss you. It's only at night between cocktail smiles when I think of your laugh. I've been sleeping in playgrounds between eerie grey flowers, throwing myself through the days and sweating every night. Four pages down and another ninety to go, you promised me a story about a boy who never gets attached. It turned into a biography. There were flowers on every page and a lullaby as an epilogue.

"Sweet, sweet air why don't you sing? Why don't you trust the life that you can bring? You've been through mountains and crossed sacred cemeteries; if you'd trace your fingers through my hair I'll keep it between you and me."

Psycho, American.

-An ode of sorts to all of Bret Easton Ellis' (author) main characters. The quotes are from American Psycho.

Throwing coins into a jar:
"Abandon all hope ye who enter here".
A lifetime of suffocation, dust and death.
You can choose whichever adjective you see fit.

You’re a bit of a coin
Passed around, dented, dirty, deluded;
Surrounded but so alone.
The cities of choking loneliness.

Dressed in your best, white of whites.
How could you live without hope?
Eyes not blue nor brown nor green.
There’s a displacement inside.

And in your dreams you have a soul.
The laughter is gone with the winter.
Searching through thin forests of fairytales
Instead of a prince: “this is not an exit”.

In Absentia

Why not eat dinner on a couch, in front of a static television
that shows news more relevant than any of that media bullshit.
Picking peas off the plate and flicking them through air,
Cutting through spores and the lonely insect.
(Complaining of the brutal light,
Unforgiving the air of wrong vs. right.)

When eating is a chore and keeping it down, even more,
Your body is just as uncaring as your mind trained it to be.
Crack your toes on the tiles treated like speckled stone
skies in the morning, the shepards warning settled with me.
(My bed whispers lies to me in the night,
Between the dreams there's static plight.)

What is it that makes the tiny bugs appear in the afternoon?
The suns angle? But the morning sun angles the same.
Perhaps, just maybe it's instict that cannot be erased:
Like dogs being put to sleep, horses become lame.
(I'm living out a cardboard fight:
Eyes so clear but free of sight.)

Beauty in the Beggar

There's a stray dog crawling up to you,
Timid, somehow timeless, treading heavy,
You don't know how to treat it, but I do.
You don't like loneliness now, do you?

High-maintenance dreams
The glamour the city will take away,
Such a beautiful face, so it seems.
Such a place for sour worm dreams.

The timeless notion of give and take,
Sitting on the streets, you're up in the air,
Glitter and grudges are all you make.
Some freedom and ethics you'd never for take.

Captivated by where the sun goes;
I remember being a child,
Fascinated by the gaps between my toes
Wondering where the space below goes.

The grays' decided to climb some trees,
Delivering home some much needed closure,
But for what? A beggar forced to his knees,
Meditating to the sound of falling trees.

Tricks and Drones

The tide rises and it falls,
Tame, yet escaping through wrinkled floors,
Making its way between the hands of clocks,
Slipping through fingers and landing on rocks
That will turn into tiny specks, so coarse.
Time drags on with an immeasurable force:
Past the child in a cradle, lady in a chair,
The establishing, the growing, the graying of hair.
Tiptoe past my first pet's grave, lined with fish of gold,
Passed the For Sale signs that quickly turned to Sold.
Now the trees' silhouettes are showing in a way
That it is impossible to decipher night from day.
Just like the tide falls and rises,
Time itself has no surprises.

Sun and Moon

It is impossible to escape you. Your exhale has to be my inhale or else you’ll try to pull me back. Are you sick of getting what you want? Is it really compassion that I lack? I am Melancholy and you are Euphoria, we dream the same dream but in different angles in different light. And never at the same time. We sleep in different nights. Sometimes I want you to step in my arms, away from that stinging sun. Sometimes I swear I’m insane for always coming back to where we begun. In vain attempts I took six from seven and never have been left with more. I told you that I want to leave, and you echoed “without me you’ll never find what you’re looking for”. I will pull your body over my head to hide beneath the moon. Now I’ve ceased my breathing and you’re complaining I’m leaving all too soon.

“I never called you in the morning to simply say hello. I was making sure you wouldn’t cry, you wouldn’t scream or go. There have been times I couldn't stand you, there have been times I wanted to scream. All the times I split hairs and crying 'you're never what you seem'. The flowers started shrinking, I just blamed it on the cold; but then the trees started creaking and I knew that they would fold. Your home was written within these walls, so why are you drifting further away? You will always be the same, Melancholy, but change from day to day.”

A Fair

A dream that I despise,
Close to home, I recognise,
Values that changed me,
Their promise to save me.

Safety I find outside of morals,
A risk that cut through like coral
Bleached my standards, set alight,
I'm happy here, sheltered by night.

You have two different names,
Each too different to be the same.
Only I travel between the two,
In day, in night, surrounded by you.

A heart that's racing with imperfection,
With obscene thoughts, a new obesession.
So far gone I do not recognise
That this is what I used to despise.

A Book on a Shelf

You're safe without my arms tonight,
Smiles disappearing the candle light,
Does she treat your soul alright?
Secrets are absorbed into night.
Apologies for the buried souls,
With rotting clothes, decaying holes
Minds once filled with tangible goals,
I'm left fighting to break that mold.

My shoes are coloured charcoal dreams,
Taking me places I had once seen,
Skies of gold, dirt of green,
A distant flame, so obscene.
Forced to the top of a hill, I stay,
Buried myself in blue, as not to decay,
Emerged a wizard with eyes set on prey,
And my apathy drew him far away.

I turned a flower into a memory,
That told me you regret being sorry
When you promised it was just me.
Other lovers hidden in secrecy.
No expectations, I demanded less,
But you insisted I was not like the rest,
Laying with your bed understanding your breaths,
Now I twist these sheets of loneliness.

Valentine

The expected takes form in roses of red,
Shielded, caged by a garden bed.
A thorn you stole, and pricked your head,
Whimpering slowly; "would you prefer me dead?"

Now I'm sleeping in between your walls,
Admiring the off-white paint, how it falls
Between your fingers, they trace lonely halls,
Only the echo remains to answer your calls.

Your mirror finally turned its back on you,
Sick of your vanity, the hate just grew.
Until it did your head in and you finally knew
Those roses, not violets burn that comforting blue.

Great, Evil and All the Same

Covered in ivory clouds that the wind steals,
Selling to drought at a criminal price,
Let nature nurture the heavens that Satan brings,
So that tears explode into salt water devices.

Isn't it so? Minority groups gain our empathy,
Privilege the black that serves the white,
Saying you can "observe the world without God's bias,"
In your multicoloured dress, less than alright.

There's the lovers in red and the haters in blue,
With a dream and a passion twisted the wrong way.
All the same, two cells, a heart and some eyes,
Diamond to coal, up and down; change pushes them away.

"Time is a Trick Inside of Itself"

I'm staring at my bedroom window,
Watching the morning rays float through.
Debating the warmth of glass and stone,
Remembering days I waited just for you.

We've seen the dust and flames,
Dynamite fingers, staring wide,
I watch you burn, melt and mold.
Change that won't turn back with tide.

You took my hand once more and smiled,
We thought to change the frosted moon
With lips that met with too much to say,
Just wanting to feel love so smooth.

Your jealousy and my passion
With my gasoline insides, lit the skies,
All too soon ran out of air.
Brought upon us iron shoe-string ties.

With apathetic urgency,
Turned half the days to dark.
Started the rains, turned the tides,
I'm Noah with half an ark.

Suits of ignorance change with fashion,
And I feel I am lost between the art,
Gave our all to some carbon black,
Trying to neutralize my heart.

Don’t reach up to meet my pride.

Written for a contest, had to mention at least three colours an image of the writers choice:



Greens of an avenue painted over with dust,
Wilted sandpaper banister, melting at dusk.
A pipe and a hook just to hang up a shirt,
Worn every day, the white’s covered with dirt.

Knowing better than to skip a stair on the way,
To salvation that is promised each passing day.
Stumble, and your browns will turn into black,
Wits in the corners with an apparent lack
Of truth in the stories that you swore were right.
Complaining to the day that just isn’t light.

Piped and hung up on a redeemed occupation,
Browned clothes, the only to last the duration.
Inked a napkin with the letters I, L and Y.
With torn hands, it stained blue as the sky.

Smile Like You Used to Mean It.

It’s so hot but it’s raining
Down.
The sun couldn’t keep bringing the ocean
Up.
So it hid.

Sitting on a skipping stone,
At the bottom of a lake,
Where I’m safe within a body
That can’t let me go.

And it’s all chemicals,
The way I feel this way (and that).
Why should I feel different?
When it’s just a reaction.

Brought the statuette of a lion
Down.
Managed to bring my head
Up.
To face the ground.

Talking to strangers in the street about repulsion,
Positive and negatives, but opposites don’t attract.
And the cynic just wants to be proven wrong.
Staring at the ocean the sun could never take,
Thinking about how you used to make me nervous.

Could Have Saved A Dollar A Year

Cherry Pie, why so down?
Turned your circles into frowns.
Sugar topped, baked to night.
Didn't turn out alright, alright.

Fork stabbed heart, cross roads,
With faces to show the load
Of hot water experiences, cold,
Rough and smooth like Cherry Pie Old.

Your life, made up of bad choices,
Personality faults and small voices
Speak to you through my ear walls.
But you don't care to listen anymore.

Now I feel a little bad that I cared,
About your experiences you never shared,
Except to me, could I have made it better?
A gamble you'd read: forever to never.

Stupid wretch, why so down?
Turned your wrongs into frowns,
Sour aftertaste and unforgiven flight,
Never was alright, alright.

Double White Lines

My stomach's through the windshield,
Imbedded in a tree.
Your heart's been dragging behind us,
Going south.

Where we're together in the country,
Counting dreams,
Look like rivers we used to follow, heart in hand.
Hand in pocket.

My pocket joined to yours just to feel
Steady breathing,
See your words contrast the grass,
White fog.

In the cities counting deaths on fingers,
As cigarette butts,
On footpaths we'd never walk given the choice,
We'd fly today.

How I'd want to lay with this dream.
Grass in windows,
Bodies of green wrapping around our organs,
Pulling us back into the ground.

Blue Butterfly

The sun sets with melancholy.
Wondering what it could have done better,
Or worse.
Small things-
Waiting too long for a statue to move.
Crying along to songs your father used to write,
In the day, it was light.
A music shop next to a hospital.
Where you bought that guitar,
And played that last note.
The sun didn't see;
When you told me turn away,
But in the window reflection I saw that pained expression
Written in tablature I'll play once more...
When the sun can see what I've become.
I remember walking down that sterile hall,
Wishing I didn't have to leave you,
Knowing I could have turned around, and I contemplated it,
Something felt so different then.
And when the sun didn't see you in the morning it wanted to tell you:
It remembers you and
it misses you, more than it missed you in the night.

It bothers me that you talk about wasted sunsents when you've been wasting every day.

Bane

Drew triangles on the ground,
Dictate my run, walk and stop.
Sometimes even go backwards,
Where I meet my only theme,
All I ever think about. With purples,
Dripping down walls of remorse
Built by fault of nature.
Blue floors that those purples met,
Spotted an impossible pattern
You turned your back on.
Faced a wall with a hole shot through,
Made you feel whole inside.
It's what you were missing.
And I glued myself to the ceiling,
Waiting for your judgments light,
Stuck in this dull room,
One I've grown to despise.

Things That Rhyme With Rain.

"I only like the world after the skies have opened"

We sank into the dirt,
Making fun of the clouds that couldn't quite make it over the hills,
But they make a good story.
Telling me that your favourite flower blooms a week before your birthday,
How special that makes you feel.
In this afternoon rain, clearing (to return?),
We're melting again.
So stop and stare, kid.
Your infulences are hanging low on mountain tops,
And might not be seen for a while.

Safe- adjective.

Giving all you have to dreams that won't see the light of day.
Time you hope would be returned.
With that little light that's always on down the bottom of your stairs,
Yeah you're hoping.

Words bigger than the backs of your throat,
Unable to chew them carefully.
With an insight you coated with sugar,
It'll go down easier that way.

Now with eyes painted purple,
Hanging low- eyeliner insecurities
That you should never have taken off the shelf.
So changed but stayed the same,
It's gradual and it's real.
Still hoping through my bleached white eyes that you will keep my address etched into your palm.
'Cause the daylight lives there.

Grounded

Saw these ships lost out at sea,
Had no one to return to, so,
Instead insisted they weren't lost at all.

Cut through horizons.
Where the sun meets the city lights,
Delicate twilight blue,
That I only carry people through.

Heard a stranger whisper,
"I'll bet you my best dress you could touch the skyline if you wanted to."
I can. I do. (it's a lot harder without you).
Leaving one seat free every flight just in case. Just in case.

So teach me to scream without my lungs,
I could never touch the sky.
A pilot has taught me everything except how to fly.

Petty Pretty Petty

Your ribcage fits my fingers,
Gentle as if not there at all,
Angles of your body and mind,
Tempers stretched so tall.

You'll promise me so far away that
Distance is just a barrier we knit,
Desperation is the yarn, humming,
Then singing, "is it? it is. is it?"

Say it again, for old times sake,
"Grey is a solution for the indecisive mind,
Cause black and white should never meet".
Umbrella fingertips, you're the grey kind.

I'll play all the instruments,
Pretend they are your bones,
Drumming to the beat of jealousy
And of how you feel so alone.

White Is the New Black

(hit a rough spot with my inspiration/originality/writing lately)

Spiked the sky and watch it turn black,
And it's true compassion is what I lack,
Been given these souls embroidered green,
Stitches sown tightly, they're barely seen.

Got these pictures for you in my mind,
Of all your favourites you left behind,
Food and places, does it feel better now?
You've changed yourself, I want to know how.

I was once told a shot of reality is all one needs,
But it's hard to find with palms sweaty from greed.
Show me the light you hide underneath your bed,
It's so much warmer there, away from your head.

Rested and recharged ready to ride another race,
Running out of ground with this unsteady pace.
Ran this blackened sky through my fingers so tight,
And you'd mistake this all for what happens at night.

I like to pretend your tears are water colours I paint every sunrise with.

Soft cushions, the type of comfort you feel in knowing it all.
(Are you sure?)
It helps me believe I'm amazing.
(I'm not sure.)
And you are crazy, like the extended shadows late afternoon,
Spooky sharp, never well-rounded.
These sleepy days we have under our belts, ammunition for the tougher times ahead.
Bright nights attract the enemy in headlight streams.
(I back the other team, the receiving end.)

Picked up the hints.
Cigarette butts in city streets,
Wait until I return.

Could it sting?
The clouds were too heavy to move that day,
And the wind too scared to speak.
A lover was taken by fault not by nature,
Put to peace in a hospital bed.
A body refusing to breathe again.
A widow refusing to seek again.
Could it sting?
I've got my best shoes on,
Backseat tickets with your words scribbled on them.
Make me feel,
Make me feel safer.

Megawatt Eyes

Sick of sad songs written in parallel lines.
Because idealistic isn't always realistic,
And lines are made meet and be danced upon:
Love and leave, black and grey, no and maybe.
Insisted that I missed you three times over,
With two fingers crossed and one eye closed.

You're a match the way you either burn or break,
I stick around to witness, but got sick of loyalty:
Hired a distraction that got distracted by you.
Hidden irony burns, (like the person you are.)
Felt a lot safer when you were here, and there,
But really, what's changed? Are you blinded by yourself?