windows

i sleep with the windows closed. because of all the bugs. because of the cold night air. because of the people who steal thoughts.

untitled

what if a sigh was really the sound of relief and not a sign of discontent and frustration? what if everytime you cut me off in traffic i got out of my car and did all those things that i only have dirty little thoughts about? what if people walked a little slower, looked a little closer and breathed a little deeper? what if a wise cracking old man with a long white beard lived under the floorboards of my bedroom and told me funny little jokes while i was sleeping? what if i woke up happy? what if everyday ended better than it started?

like you and i 2.0

i wish that i could sleep attached to a head filled with better dreams.
be understanding, just enough to give you what you need
but it's the way that you killed time that killed what i had in mind
i'm not sure if i was ready...

but i loved you more than my chest could hold
it was beautiful enough until the day it did finally explode
like i said, "one day we'll dark out the same sky and live like each moment's in the night time"

there are places in hearts
reserved,
for people like you and i...

I've been dying to get lost

I could start a war with myself if only to escape this routine that I've set, but I play it so safe. I'm afraid to wake up old someday in the same boring town with nothing new, but the lines on my face. I've been running so hard with nothing to show, just a hole in the floor.
So let's run away just like we planned and settle down where the water meets the land. I've been dying to get lost.
I had dreams to die young so everyone would know my name but the older I get the more they fade away. I've chased friends and fame and what I didn't realize is they both eluded me the same. But, it's ok… let's run away and settle down where the water meets the land.

with the best of plans

I tried, I swear I tried to keep you looking alive, but you didn’t feel a thing. I know, I swear I know the route to escape, but these houses they all look the same. When these ghosts come, oh dear we’ll have to run. Will you climb with me from the belly of the beast? I love, I thought I loved you well enough to keep the monsters at bay. I fight, oh I fight but they’re winning and I can’t be saved. When these ghosts come, oh dear we’ll have to run. Will you climb with me from the belly of the beast? And if we make it alive I’ll be surprised. Dying here is the way it’s always been.

they disguise themselves as wolves

They follow me home and sit while I sleep. I leave crumbs by the woods, but they never retreat back to the forest and let me dream.
Oh dear God,
I need some sleep.
Disguised as wolves they growl and they bite. I cover my throat while they lick their lips night after night. I shake and know once they get the smallest of tastes I’ll be picked apart piece by piece.
Oh dear God
should I let them eat.

gods and monsters

Over time I slowly lost what faith I had. Faith in something plotting and pulling strings. I saw people wildly flailing about, grasping for answers while they look up from their knees. What they don't realize is the perspective from down there is partial, obstructed and weak. Standing, what I realized is logical, comforting and concrete. There are no gods, so there can be no Monsters. One can't exist without enabling the other. So believe what you like, but keep in mind, you can't have day when there is no night. So, in my world, I sleep soundly thinking this is a beautiful and safe place to be.

epidemic

i killed you, there in our bed,
quiet and peaceful while you slept,
but you..
you don't know it yet.
now the very liquid charged with life,
fueled by your every breath,
is driving, pumping, delivering death.

RETREAT, the sea

Move at a constant, so no one can pin you down. When the tide comes back in we’ll catch you off guard and drifting around. Onto the shore you’ll bring your troubles, hopes and dreams. I’ll build you a ship worthy of carrying all of them overseas. From the shore your departure will look more like a retreat with your boat so heavy it’s taking on the sea. As the water, slow and steady, moves from foot to knee to thigh, I can’t help but to wonder if you’re thinking you may die. I see you slip under the horizon as the water gets too deep. Now I’ll never know if the ship I built was worthy of the sea.