Monday, April 19, 2010

It's over, It's just begun

It's not the poison dripping out in the form of words
Although I still enjoy a glass from time to time
I don't know him any more
stranger
Better where I can imagine him
standing tall
happy

Weird.
we agreed on it.
You. I would like to know. Maybe more.


Saturday, April 10, 2010

Monday, April 5, 2010

Something more Appealing

Give me something more appealing than this overheated room
I love the sweat it brings, but it's lonely without you
Give me a hand to brush the hair away from my stubborn face
give me your lips, give me your skin, salt from tears to taste

In the shadows, I know not what you do
words unheard drop like thorns off the rose we plucked too soon
the branches fell around and tore our clothes and skin
colored white roses red to match the mood of love and lust and death

call it art call it life call it sick and revel in this mess
twisting turning bodies or spinning dice or still concrete
calling out the same question feeling drafts and thinking nothing
We all will fall, the worms will surely come
don't worry, keep spinning in dresses
Know everything or nothing or pretend
but just keep singing
We will all fall down together.

old stuff

If I said I didn’t love you

Then you’d know I was lying

With my last breath I’ll hold in everything that we had

And slowly let it out.

At this point if there’s anything left to say let me know


I never meant to hurt you, but you already know that

And it doesn’t matter anyway

We build castles to knock them down

We build bridges to burn them away.


If I fought for you I’d surely lose.

You know I’d do it anyway

Second chances never hurt anyone except for us


All those glances shot in vain

Didn’t bring us any closer to the truth

The failure of words is mans greatest downfall

We call on drawn out metaphors because the closest we can get to explaining an emotion is to say what it is like

“love isn’t like anything especially a fucking knife”


In you I saw the place I thought I could call home

But what I didn’t realize was that there wasn’t enough room for me and all my skeletons

Clinging to me like second life

A choice I never got to make

A decision I had no part of

A life I never wanted


Hush

Don’t speak

The words only clutter this perfect silence

The last moment we have before I say goodbye

And you say be careful

And I tell you not to forget about me

But I forgot to tell you

To keep loving me


Perfect sunsets bring perfectly disastrous sunrises.