this is my fault, i suppose.. for wanting you. i could be one of those that stay in hiding, too. quiet, secret, closed .. stone walls and a tower of blue with weapons and a mote and a claim that i was true, but i won’t. i want to know.. when will the sun rise … Read morewanting
are you just a flickering ? quickly enter, quickly exit scene? burn me when i try to hold .. fire, then ice. you’re hot, you’re cold. thinking i’m just paper thin, disintegrate the state i’m in .. rapidly turned into ash. go too fast and watch me crash. i know, there is a lot to … Read morerise above
shook he shook the very ground i walk on and i fell a million miles into the core of myself i spent suns and moons reaching to understand reaching for him reaching without finding dying without rebirth asking without answers an endless darkness where there was only my shadow and me running got me nowhere … Read moreshook
can’t help but wonder my thoughts, like thunder once the lightning strikes i can feel it rumbling waiting, fumbling what will it be like? dreams like a volcano bubble deep, steam from below rumble, gonna overflow
i have no words. it pools inside me. you are not here. something beyond words beyond language beyond talk something missing that can not be filled with sound something loud that can not be muted by silence something quiet that can not be drowned in noise a ringing in my ears that never ceases chest … Read morePools
win i am that ivory tower you see, distant through the mist.. hanging over an edge, with power, upon a precarious cliff. i linger, it’s shrill but silent… and my stare is persistent but quiet. the night that surrounds me, it begs to believe .. my light spins around me begging to reach.. when it … Read morewin
at the end of the day i just want to lay down with you and incidentally in the morning too down so true im trying to resist oh i just can not help it, i’m so down for you can’t front like its okay on any given day if you’re not down for me too … Read moreWonderland
there used to be a garden where we would feed from the fruit of our trees but a hardened heart makes an orchard grow bare of its roots, of its fruits, of its leaves. i remember how our autumn brought a crisp and refreshing breeze and the howls of the winds of our winter only … Read moreWish
let go of the past a little more each day just pack it on a tiny boat and watch it sail away