Brail

Maybe if I could hear the melody-
And I knew that it is only audible to my species
the honest. the over passionate, lonely for I don't know what reason,
doorknob clutching, charcoal tainted souls

But we have to have something for fuel
My arms have whittled themselves into trees
that snap for verses that come spilling out
like the cadence left by dead leaves
Maybe if I could forge clicks of chess colors
I wouldn't be stuck here inside silent wool.
If I was sure of moon crescent summers
I'd whisper no more, like a deranged, timid fool

This is who i am in games, you know
eyelashes crash without a sound
Like spotlights searching on falling snow
reflecting memories that can't be found

If only stars could hear again
They used to listen to mankind
until they heard that love was blind
And if not for the lovers, why should they shine?

The Boy...

Let's just leave

We could use that blanket that's soft to the touch

and breathe in the scent of rain

Always the smell of rain

even in the sunflowers

and the fabric of night

Always the smell of rain

Learn to dance under lanterns at sea

like Anastasia fought her nightmare

so i will fight my fear

Because I'm sorry I'm a bird

I fly so quickly under threat

Always the smell of rain.

We could always smile and have water dripping off of us

Free of everything but our skin

We could be rivers together

We could drown in earth

Sprinkle flavors onto the clouds

I'd hold on to you like the rain begs to stay in the clouds

until thunder shakes it

Always the smell of rain

We could make maps stare at us in astonishment

at our bravery

They will be jealous of how much we move

How much you move me.

And how could one break your heart, When they can always smell the rain?

She says it's perfect. I say I know.

Last night my clock went out
and i lost track of time
and myself
i hated myself
blinking numbers like the blinks of my eyes,
both the quantities are still absent to me.

last night
I got lost between my phone and my bed
so i caged my wrist to both
in attempts to not fly away
I caged them with barb wired flowers

last night
i prayed to make it home alive
God save me, I have so much left to say
so i replayed the song you once cooked to
like an angel in the dashboard

last night
i was so sad
about life and death and love and the life and death of love
cursed them all beneath rushing water
The leftover mumblings of which pollute my daily eloquence





Last night
I was so afraid.

You Are My Sunshine

As if a song skips
As if a fuse was caged in my chest
inescapable
boa constrictor-mirrors
shoe laces bound to the other foot
breaking lead
sucking out the poison
voice cracking
tongue-tied ransoms
the sky weeping
stars fall, snowy rouse
it all just hurts.
you mean so much to me.
and all i have tonight is silence.
I hope you can find a sun in the dead of winter


because you are mine.
You'll never know dear how much I love you.

Yes/No.

How should this story begin

I ask myself...

Will it end with hope or uncertainty?

Will it end with perfection or mistakes?

Will it end in achievement or destruction?

Will it end up being loved or hated?

Or are they all the same thing?

Eyelashes fall out when fate takes a bow-

tips his hat under your command

But when i close my eyes, I see your face

so I rip them out to spite his hand.

The shower head sees truth

As water hits with a steady smile

scraping away our cocoons

We call our homes, our clothes and hairstyles

Stars bleed into cityscapes

Where earth and heaven collide
Loss of distinction between natural and manmade

Forces streelamps to light the suburban sky.

Picket fences and golden retrievers

to make up for separate rooms

Telephone wires and signal receivers

for songs that we forgot the tune.

So here I am upon my deathbead

for that is our everyday

And i will regret, not the things i've said

But the candor i have yet to say

When it's time for me to go

ill turn my palms to salute the sky

blindness will eat my very soul

as i test the weight of my goodbyes.

11:40

I stay up late to find answers
to hear them bubble from your lips
and simmer from the trips
your mind takes in its midnight excursions
I stay up late to hear truths
I converse with ghosts who scratch away at the walls
in the morning, I lock them out with bits of flesh
so I may walk through black halls
That i may cross the night in an ashen stand off
ten paces back, heaving shadow coughs
But shadows outline heat.
They outline concrete
stars and blood and venus and mars.
The colors proven by the dark
I stay up late to find God
to understand what nocturnal animal he has made me into
I look down to the bruises on my skin
the hushed tones He speaks in
a penny for my thoughts, and more for my actions
I stay awake to watch you go insane