Melodies falling,
Speaking truths.
On a cold night,
What has the chance,
To grow.
Trickling down my skin,
I can't help but to,
Stare off into space.
It makes my eyes feel light,
Lighter than they are,
Illumination.
Over impulsive,
And under exposed,
Fingers on strings.
How could I behave,
Layered in songs,
Curling up with machines.
What grew,
On this cold night.
I can feel the bones,
On your shoulders,
Bringing out the calm.
Calling ships to shore,
I can be,
Illuminating.
The night,
Always making me cry,
How else could I behave?
Breaking,
Lost at sea,
Illuminating.
You carried me home,
How else could I behave?
Saturday, January 31, 2009
Friday, January 30, 2009
The Skip of a Heartbeat
Until you make me believe,
I can't conceive,
The matter of comprehension,
Stolen from admiration,
Complacency,
A paragraph of words,
I wanted to hear,
I longed to hear,
Ringing in my ear,
Like the ocean,
Screaming for the moon,
To sweep it off it's feet,
And scatter shells,
At the skip of a heartbeat.
I can't conceive,
The matter of comprehension,
Stolen from admiration,
Complacency,
A paragraph of words,
I wanted to hear,
I longed to hear,
Ringing in my ear,
Like the ocean,
Screaming for the moon,
To sweep it off it's feet,
And scatter shells,
At the skip of a heartbeat.
Friday, January 9, 2009
If The Devil Could See You
You're being sneaky,
Breathing in the salty air.
Licking your lips,
With sand-stained toes,
Cutting up shells,
You're lucky the devil can't see you,
Stranded beneath the moon,
Skipping rocks,
And laughing to yourself.
Breathing in the salty air.
Licking your lips,
With sand-stained toes,
Cutting up shells,
You're lucky the devil can't see you,
Stranded beneath the moon,
Skipping rocks,
And laughing to yourself.
Monday, January 5, 2009
Cheap Tricks
Standing up,
Above,
Looking down,
At such a beautiful thing,
A winters night,
Frightfully cold,
Sleeps deep,
In orange and red,
Flames licking sticks,
Candle wicks,
Your cheap tricks,
Of trying to make me smile,
When I don't want to.
Taking on the frost,
In my time machine.
Above,
Looking down,
At such a beautiful thing,
A winters night,
Frightfully cold,
Sleeps deep,
In orange and red,
Flames licking sticks,
Candle wicks,
Your cheap tricks,
Of trying to make me smile,
When I don't want to.
Taking on the frost,
In my time machine.
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