Undertow

The clouds roll in
With thunder concealed
Beneath the pain of waiting rain

And in the torrent you lose my name
I am consumed by wind that's not sane.

The flare of lightening in a monsoon
taken up by roaring downpour

And I spin my way down back to earth
Destroying, throwing, giving you dark.

Twisting through the city,
Do you feel, what I feel now?

A disaster to be made of this place.
You just need to understand my current.
I cannot see the end of the undertow you collapsed upon me.

Burning

Out of reach,

you shine so bright.

Like a star blinks

against the night.

And I want to land among you're horizon

But I dont know if I am seen.

I want to hold you're heart,

and explore you're weary soul.

If I were to give you the sun

it would never burn out, never die.

I try to give you signs,

Without you're notice, I dont know if Ill survive.

I want to escape this shell I'm submerged in 

Can you give me one last time?

Ill lend you all of the soul I have left of love

Because you light me up, light this life.

Red Plaid

Is it just madness?

To distinguish between head and heart
Sometimes I cannot tell.

What I have been ignoring this whole time,
I keep tripping and running back to.

No, it's not a game

You're lips. You're eyes. You.

When will it be for real?

When will it be over.

The Underachiever

It arches, and caves in.

Unaware of how to set himself free.

Trapped in itself.

Unwilling to accept,
Unable to let go.

I have been tracing you're carvings with my finger tips,
I wish you'd stop hiding away.

Your Cocoon

The sun blazes off coats of you're glaze

Of you're frost against the windows.

You are slowly beginning to liquefy

Soon you will be dried up into the pavement.

And I dont know when to expect a return.

And I dont know if it's safe to tell you

How much you're missed.

I will be looking out from indoors,

With the lust that you'll show up at my door.

I want to know why you have gone.

Why you don't return.

When that is all that this heart is asking for....

Wishful Thinking

In the midst of the night
Our voices entwine

Through time and music, buzzing through screens.
The tapping of my fingers against the keyboard.

And I remember the silence,
That I want you to be apart of.

You don't realize that you're wanted..
By the one you just spent last night staring at.

Beneath Your Shade, And Waiting

In the wake of a renaissance
I hold on to you, closely.

but you don't see that.

You're vision is impaired
Toward me.
While I lean toward you.
Unseen.

I hide in the silence
And wonder..

There is nothing else I can do or say
to try and repair you.

Constantly I glare into you're eyes
And give you words you lack of hearing.

But you are also deafened by it all.
Im standing right here, not wanting to say goodbye.
Abiding as long as I possibly could...
You are so far off into another distance.

So far off into another land.
I am entirely here.

I just don't know how to get you here, with me.

Precipitate

Mute skies reflected upon stale slate water...
Clings to the pebbles living beneath the sand
In their horror of the day

The waves roll back submerging a history
of ships and storms

Into streams they swirl
Into winds they curl

In the sky, evaporate.
Fall
Rain
Turn
Sink
Cycle

Back. Over rooftops and down again...

Clear liquid transparent diving from the blue yonder

To hope for the rays in the darkest places of the Earth
And that is such a righteous way to live
In the exploration of love.

A Hollow Tuesday

The ripples
Had quivered.
Embedded in a pool where the rain has placed them.
Hidden under a moist wooden playground
Next to a set of broken swaying swings.

Without the sunlight, we live under grey skies.

And that is all that we have for today.

The Pages That Made You

In blue ink splattered
Across blank, empty pages
You found yourself.

In words, in circles, repeated.

Just with the movement of a hand, there is magic.

You write, you touch, you feel.
You hold another hand within you're own.

And here..you held a pen that found you.

Breathing In Sand

In the wake of you're terrain
I am exposed.

You have left me stranded
In the sands of you're desert.

You have left to say goodnight.
You have left to say goodbye.

You have left me.

In the wake
Of this shrinking terrain.
A land all you're own.

I can't find the exit signs.