December 2011
18 posts
Cause dire times call for dire faces So lovely dancer, call and answer Trade our places in the night We’re running barefoot, you and I Dead lovers salivate Broken hearts tessellate tonight
If I can be saved Show me the way Help me help myself, baby Don’t be confused Our love is true Tell by the way I’m looking at you Maybe I’m just tired Tired of never knowing Cause I know I’m not good enough I know I’m not good enough for you
the reaching ocean, walked for days. the reaching ocean, you are mine. fishing the sky.
November 2011
33 posts
I’m absolutely terrified. No idea what I am getting myself into. But at least after this, I can say I tried. I’m up all night. My thoughts never end and I’m slowly becoming restless. I want this to begin. I need to find out what the past has brought to me. I need this clarity. We’ll be fine, we can drink some wine, but I’m still absolutely terrified.
“I wish you could put your ear up to my heart
and hear how much I love you
I...”
– Mineral - Unfinished
There’s a light at the end. You’ll see it eventually my friend. Get over all of the bridges and cross all of the rivers and you will see it eventually my friend. That light will give you the clarity you need to keep on going in to infinity. It will guide you home and unravel the leftover life that you have and hand it right over to you. It is your job to accept it or deny it and take a...
you made me, can’t you see?
I’m afraid of everything.
and all the little come-ons
they were just run-ons
and when I think of your arms
I forget what street to turn on
calm me and let me taste the salt you breathed while you were underneath
I am the one who haunts your dreams of mountains sunk below the sea
I spoke the words but never gave a thought to what they all could mean
I know this is what you want
I find the map and draw a straight line Over rivers, farms, and state lines The distance from ‘A’ to where you’d be It’s only finger-lengths that I see I touch the place where I’d find your face My fingers in creases of distant dark places I hang my coat up in the first bar There is no peace that I’ve found so far The laughter penetrates my silence As drunken...
meet me at the gate
where floods and risk are something we make
left me at the lake
what does sand beneath our feet
have to do with anything
something wild has filled my mind
As in the perfect kind
Mouths soaked in wine
Tell me something wild
