Little Nothings

And the chapters seem to end before they begin

Makes you want to not write anymore

Memories subvert

Correlations forgotten,

I wonder what your mind reads into it

The illusions that resurface every third day

It's all too obvious isn't it?

Sweet salvation in another's pain.

There are worlds we choose to ignore

Lost in our own translations

Of what could be and what could have been

There are worlds we choose to forget.

Fragrant is the air tonight with little nothings

Rains that come hither and flee

Cold waves of unwanted misery

This winter hurts me so.

Little Things

They tower over us, these placid rocks

It's funny when they speak so small

Think smaller, get your mind muddled

And then where do you go?

It's not that I don't comprehend

I'd rather ignore the obvious for my peace.

We have no space to live

When our souls are cluttered so

When your tongue's this sharp so

When my eyes are narrowed so.

It's not that I cant see

I just prefer make believe

Don't you?

I'm left with no words to rhyme

It's probably time, taking me down with it

A worrisome companion

I lag.

It's not that I cant hear you calling

I'd rather come of my own accord.

You leaned into me tonight

And after so long, I felt my breath get caught

An unsteady step can only take you so far

But it took me to you.

It's not that I cant live without you

It's just that I'd rather not.

Far away

Kinetic thoughts in a static minefield

The world's going to dust as we dream

Unforseen attacks on my bubblewrap consciousness

A hint of tragedy in a jar of sunshine.

Why do we sleep when we could be making love?

Thank You For Your Time

I keep wondering

What is it that you could possibly want

That I cannot give?

I want to know

Where I can find my soul

Complete and whole

Unscarred.

I hope

The world learns to unlearn

And then sit back

To watch the magic unfold.

I wish

I could sing without your shame.

I dream

Of nights

When I wont have to leave.

I need

Your presence

Your promise

Your protection.

I want

To be as free as a bird

To love without guilt

To be just me.

Its About Him (though it may not sound like it)

Drowning visage of a sweeping sky
Ornamented barely, simply
Like the flourish of an artist's brush
The clouds curl and swagger... Unaware and uncaring.

The foothold eludes each unsure step
Pools of amber implore
Tug ever so lightly and clasp
At a reality that's cunningly warped.

Misguided heretics
Limping god of anarchy
Monstrous apostles
Lurching disciples
"Watch the false vengeance -
Of a lost generation."

She seems disenchanted
Worrying over intricacies
Unimportant
And she knows it.
Disquiet bubbling into exasperation
She loves, hates, messes up and skipping...
Dissolves into the dipping horizon
Of the glittering night sky.