Somehow ended up on the wrong side
when I sought to take care of things.
Came to find an ends to meet with.
Found my life's been lacking
all that makes yours right.
Somehow ended up on your wrong side
when I started working my new job.
Came to see that loves not the start.
Found your heart too slow to move.
It all comes down to recurring
weakness.
Monday, December 08, 2008
Tuesday, December 02, 2008
Below You
Taken out from under,
pulled aside with love,
you've not taken me for granted,
but sunk my body into sand.
No appology can mend,
save for two bottles of
the cheapest gin,
the slowness you've caused my heart.
pulled aside with love,
you've not taken me for granted,
but sunk my body into sand.
No appology can mend,
save for two bottles of
the cheapest gin,
the slowness you've caused my heart.
Friday, October 24, 2008
Reality is Weak (Poem)
Those are years you're counting now.
The span of so many days...
One year ago I moved our rock,
afraid of what I might have said.
I went to the shore
to find a dying starfish.
Not as soft as you think.
Stoney and rough,
his legs didn't catch the sun.
I don't sing a song
for things past dead.
But I felt like bothering this.
The span of so many days...
One year ago I moved our rock,
afraid of what I might have said.
I went to the shore
to find a dying starfish.
Not as soft as you think.
Stoney and rough,
his legs didn't catch the sun.
I don't sing a song
for things past dead.
But I felt like bothering this.
Friday, October 17, 2008
Falling Short (Poem)
Can't say I'm ever fighting,
always dying for the word,
coming down hard as snow,
reaching out in blindness.
The plastic people
eat from paper plates.
It's income disposable,
and throw-away friends.
Everyone just wants
a safe place to sleep.
Suburbs aren't affordable.
It's a pricey condo in
a nice neighborhood,
a downtown dumpster
in a shitty alley.
Money only buys you
more short-comings.
And those will always
bring you home.
always dying for the word,
coming down hard as snow,
reaching out in blindness.
The plastic people
eat from paper plates.
It's income disposable,
and throw-away friends.
Everyone just wants
a safe place to sleep.
Suburbs aren't affordable.
It's a pricey condo in
a nice neighborhood,
a downtown dumpster
in a shitty alley.
Money only buys you
more short-comings.
And those will always
bring you home.
Thursday, October 09, 2008
Relational Entirety (Lyrics)
I can't afford this traffic jam
and all the fees it has incurred.
I can't afford to lose something
not yet accomplished.
There's things I haven't washed
in longer than a year.
There are lies left untold
because I've grown out of fears.
We're talking about shades of grey
that don't exist for normal folks.
Hypothetical love affairs...
we'll both miss out.
One good thing's left of this mess:
Still can't say "I love you"
with my face on straight.
I'll take a drink tonight in three,
just to take the edge off your glare
'cause I can't look in your direction
despite your lovely face.
The lies that melt in your mouth,
like homemade cotton candy,
leave scars across my chest
in every new direction.
I still smile when I say it.
I still mean what I say.
We're still worth every kiss,
and love should always come first.
and all the fees it has incurred.
I can't afford to lose something
not yet accomplished.
There's things I haven't washed
in longer than a year.
There are lies left untold
because I've grown out of fears.
We're talking about shades of grey
that don't exist for normal folks.
Hypothetical love affairs...
we'll both miss out.
One good thing's left of this mess:
Still can't say "I love you"
with my face on straight.
I'll take a drink tonight in three,
just to take the edge off your glare
'cause I can't look in your direction
despite your lovely face.
The lies that melt in your mouth,
like homemade cotton candy,
leave scars across my chest
in every new direction.
I still smile when I say it.
I still mean what I say.
We're still worth every kiss,
and love should always come first.
Debts Unplanned (Poem)
Tonight as I come out of the E.R.
I was gonna run to your arms,
If I hadn't died in that transfer.
Don't be angry.
It wasn't planned this way.
There was no grand design at play.
You believe in what you're told,
and I'm telling you I won't grow old.
And yes I have a soul.
But it's not what has to happen
that dictates when we're saddened.
It's mortality and accidents.
I was gonna run to your arms,
If I hadn't died in that transfer.
Don't be angry.
It wasn't planned this way.
There was no grand design at play.
You believe in what you're told,
and I'm telling you I won't grow old.
And yes I have a soul.
But it's not what has to happen
that dictates when we're saddened.
It's mortality and accidents.
Thursday, October 02, 2008
Don't Feel the Cold (Poem)
You know this jacket's just for show
'cause I can't feel the icy glare
your eyes cast around so easily
after all you've put us through.
'cause I can't feel the icy glare
your eyes cast around so easily
after all you've put us through.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Since Yesterday (Lyrics)
I brush my hand
on your sleeping shoulder.
Blankets move
and Love awakes.
Slow motion takes over
and it's like a
perfect movie moment.
But short-term memories
are never quite
what they used to be.
You're not really here.
You're in another state.
A thousand miles away
probably chasing out
some cash.
I miss you since yesterday.
on your sleeping shoulder.
Blankets move
and Love awakes.
Slow motion takes over
and it's like a
perfect movie moment.
But short-term memories
are never quite
what they used to be.
You're not really here.
You're in another state.
A thousand miles away
probably chasing out
some cash.
I miss you since yesterday.
Light Disorders (Lyrics)
Creeping over the edge
each morning with the sunlight.
Seeping into every crack
never failing to light your day.
It's a thirst that's never quenched
so I keep my drinking all the while.
When I think it's gone away...
A slap in the face
from a silver tray.
It takes hold and runs.
Heartbeat.
Breathe.
Spin, spin, spin and run.
Falling out of bed
I keep thinking this ends today.
Can't finish what you start
when the devil's always in the way.
The logic's not around
during bouts of sweat and chills.
Right before I leave...
A slap in the face
from a silver tray.
It takes hold and runs.
Heartbeat.
Breathe.
Spin, spin, spin and run.
each morning with the sunlight.
Seeping into every crack
never failing to light your day.
It's a thirst that's never quenched
so I keep my drinking all the while.
When I think it's gone away...
A slap in the face
from a silver tray.
It takes hold and runs.
Heartbeat.
Breathe.
Spin, spin, spin and run.
Falling out of bed
I keep thinking this ends today.
Can't finish what you start
when the devil's always in the way.
The logic's not around
during bouts of sweat and chills.
Right before I leave...
A slap in the face
from a silver tray.
It takes hold and runs.
Heartbeat.
Breathe.
Spin, spin, spin and run.
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