| It feels good to be pressed against your body but confusion fills my head and I can no longer breathe. My brain seems to betray my body, but confusion fills my head. Street lights, and black and white photographs duel it out inside my head My brain seems to betray my body. As feet dance out rhythms that darkness cannot see, the street lights and black and white photographs duel it out inside my head. I think of the distance between time and space, as feet dance out rhythms that darkness cannot see. Once again I am left to my solitude. I think of the distance between time and space, and relevancy itself becomes irrelevant. Once again I am left to my solitude, with my hands unbound. Relevancy itself becomes irrelevant and I can no longer breathe. My hands unbound but it still feels good to be pressed against your body. |
if you could see my thoughts feel my emotions know what i know you'd understand me if you could touch my happiness sing with my soul or love with my heart you'd understand me if you could hear me cry feel my tears be my ache you'd understand me if you could feel my joy be my beliefs or feed my open mind you'd understand me but you don't |
your eyes were blank I looked away I don't know why your eyes were blank earlier I should have seen I don't know why I missed it earlier I should have seen your anger I missed it I could've tried to help your anger like a fire inside of you I could've tried to help drown the flame like a fire inside you I looked away – please drown the flame but, the light had already left. |
red runs full from you again wounds internal and external tear at me but you won't let me help I want to hold you down before the cold steel razor bites you again do you really need to view your own blood to be happy? let me help you before it is too late before the blood flows out carrying your soul with it I'm tired of seeing your massacre please stop stop your lies and pain I know what you'll never change don't tell me you'll stop just do I know my complaining bothers you but I love – please let me help |
big, strong, callused hands yet they are surprisingly gentle I speak to you trying to make you hear me you will not accept me hate pours from your sweet lips lips I lusted over for so many minutes I tried to make you accept me I wait your hatred is done erupting I'm used to this here I am, still as always you collapse into me I always stay because someday things will be different someday |
needing absence of light dark controls life night during the day pleasure for all |
lovers of love romantics hiding in trees gently calling to lovers whispering words so beautiful they form a poem unintentionally softly sighing wishing for one lover that stole their soul the time apart deadens life until their next embrace or stolen kiss under the lilac tree needing and wanting a gentle touch of hands caress of fingers through hair a pleasant taste or scent of the other |
| Molasses drips from my ears As I reach for five doorknobs The man in the next room speaks Reaching me in five minutes Pinballs bang around in the dark machine No power, electricity Train tracks passing nirvana form a path of Disappointment. It grows more distant as the Ringing grows louder Losing pieces, critical to holding Us together When the tower falls, No ringing will sound through Night, make me collapse Shut down Clanging from pinballs collide with Thin walls, hollow ringing Touches radios, sends chills, saps power Blackout the lights, ringing Pours through dark like Molasses in a sieve, slow Empties the glass, rings outside the Window, passing by the apple tree Grows smaller while Voice traverses the air waves, reaches Me too late, left stations, apple trees Burn to my left and right Front and back, they all look the same Slowly shifts to me. |
| Mask Put on your mask and go outside Smiles so fake, if you touched them they would melt as heated wax in the sun Noses stuck so high, birds land on them to perch Fake highlights, perms, and hairdyes - natural beauty will never become them, For nudity is the greatest insecurity To show the "true you" is impossible, you must not only lie to others, but to yourself as well Your shallow mind that mimics the society's norm will be the death of you Society will change, with change comes new ideas, with new ideas creativity begins to flow. What will emerge from one who only depends on popular opinion? Nothing... Nothing will come out it will only hide inside. Put on your masks and go outside. |
| Solstice Spell Watch: our shadows spill like ink over the milky field. Time cracks and sprawls: Day breaks. Night falls. Dip your pen in the dark and write what syllables December spells: whooshh! fooshh! Ice silvers the birches. Moon wants you to watch our shadows spill like ink. Over the milky field a barn owl curves his question like a scythe: "Who next? Who's next of kin?" Listen: dip your pen in the dark and write about miracles: Courage blazes with no breath of fuel; an infant summons kings and cows as peers. Love, keep watch. Our shadows spill like ink over the milky field. Dip your pen in the dark and write. |
| For Bill at 6 a.m. When push comes to shove on the night shift, you punch out, dream of toast and dozing through dank April drizzle home. You punch out. Light cuts in with clouds through dank April drizzle. Home: the kitchen fire's dead. No kindling, no bread. Light cuts in with cloud. Each dawn, you wonder what sun was. The kitchen fire's dead. No kindling, no bread. The only paper left to burn you want to read. Each dawn you wonder. What sun was, the stove remembers as you feed it The only paper left to burn. You want to read Spring between the lines of flame. |