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