The shadow behind you, will capture you, if you don't.
Don't run,
Dive.
Monday, July 18, 2011
The Leaving
You've been dreaming with your eyes closed,
I felt the pain inside radiating outside of your delicate shell.
Digging to find a way out. Silence hiding the bleeding beneath.
And i'm here and I noticed.
On the ground we lay, under moon and surrounded by crowds.
I told you to let it pour. Out.
Let it leave. Break.
In the clouds you're heading back.
Just give me a goodbye.
Sunday, July 17, 2011
Closed Windows
Slowly he wakes, slowly tuning out the buzzing of reality.
"You're turn to fly..." I whispered.
I'm handing out wings for the broken.
It's time we share the sky.
"You're turn to fly..." I whispered.
I'm handing out wings for the broken.
It's time we share the sky.
Monday, July 11, 2011
The Ruins
The wind wrestles the waves, rocking a lonely ship.
The tide created, will never touch the moon.
As sly as silk the wind dove under,
All her pressures captured below land.
She fought to become an anchor
To the only ship accompanying devoted, swimming waters.
Two forces, which battle and serge.
Silk, like ribbon will tie their hands. Interlocking.
Nature beats, arising a storm.
We'll come in sheets.
But chains rust the defeat.
The tide created, will never touch the moon.
As sly as silk the wind dove under,
All her pressures captured below land.
She fought to become an anchor
To the only ship accompanying devoted, swimming waters.
Two forces, which battle and serge.
Silk, like ribbon will tie their hands. Interlocking.
Nature beats, arising a storm.
We'll come in sheets.
But chains rust the defeat.
Tuesday, July 5, 2011
Wear Sunscreen
You're stare struck me
From across the room.
As if the sun literally fell from the sky.
And you in turn, became the sun.
Burned through the surface,
And then turned to the other side of the world.
From across the room.
As if the sun literally fell from the sky.
And you in turn, became the sun.
Burned through the surface,
And then turned to the other side of the world.
Monday, July 4, 2011
The Flustered Admin
I think you need to hold your hands to your ears,
Cover them without a crack of voices or air to enter.
As soon as you've heard someone, your weapons are showcased.
Please remember, they are only visiting.
Cover them without a crack of voices or air to enter.
As soon as you've heard someone, your weapons are showcased.
Please remember, they are only visiting.
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Surviving A Coma
You thought that I was edible.
Indestructible.
Sedated.
On bedrest under a spell, dreaming alive but below.
Your eyes swallowed me whole, and your lips drew my breath
From out of my lungs.
Oxygen must have remained in this room.
Because I woke up after the anesthetics wore off.
Indestructible.
Sedated.
On bedrest under a spell, dreaming alive but below.
Your eyes swallowed me whole, and your lips drew my breath
From out of my lungs.
Oxygen must have remained in this room.
Because I woke up after the anesthetics wore off.
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