stand alone

My head t'was struck
in lightening felt
a thought of love
and lovers dealt
a hitch'd breath
my soul was gone
a rest of sighs
and it was morn

industrial watchtowers

stood four pylons on a hill
looking out and seeing all
listening, watching, never moving
currents high ahead flowing
a stream of never-ending thought
seeing all the world in it's wordly glow.

i think you know

attested flow of everything I knew
ebbs and flows the course of change
time was sweet, and sweeter still
this cursed wrench of knowing you
I thought I'd loved, and so I had
but love wants not for changes paid
the thought of everything knowingly said
I thought I knew, and knew I did
stiller sleeps the eyes of another
racked with want my sleepless slumber
open mouth and glances stolen
stifles air with words unspoken

elysian

I am sure
(I always am I always will)
that even with my eyes closed
I would know it was you
from the tightening in my bones
and the fluttering of my soul
as it races to meet you
you send me overboard,
it touches heaven in a mortal girl

apocalyptic chic

when the shadow at last overcomes us
as the sky opens above us
spread your weight upon the ground
hold the earth and thank for it
falling from a height
only means that you fall harder

the red glow of everything that ends
the encompassing heat that scorches
as ash and molten earth rush back
to meet it's last day

the collision of everything that transcends
and nightmare dreams that evade and creep
from your darkness and whisper in your ear
as you sleep

unadulterated love

my hands stroke the soft middle

my hands, they know you well

You are lived in,

and you are mine

the skin that bunches

slack against your bones

I want to swallow the very expanse of it

I want to swallow it whole

I burrow into every furrow

seep out of every pore

for every capillary crushed or not

holds the love I knew you bore

your muscle is going in your arms

but still your skin is thick

thinning down to paper thin on

the inside of both your wrists.

Your hair is faded and the 

unsightly ones, the wiry

unexpected ones

belong right where they are sewn in

your eyes are the knowing kind

they predict my every sigh

it's a wonder I don't read you

every time we lie-

the speed bumps and the speckles of pigmentation 

that don't mar your weather worn skin

map your contours as I travel you,

consume the life you have to give

the endless comfort and security 

to know, I know you've lived.

lake of lacklustre

You're empty 
I can't see behind your eyes
the glass that reflects 
is not your emotion but mine
it's like you've abandoned ship
there's nobody home
you're hiding behind smoke
and I can't see through the decline
(the lights aren't on and nobody's home)
I could pretend you're interesting 
but I can't listen to you as you drone
all I can do is watch you
as you leave me on my own

You used to be so bright
shone like polished stones
traded in for grit dull and sold
your curiosity and your mind
you think your argument is so 
free and self-grown
but you are repeating the line
read by persons on and on

Bright Young Thing why are you so sad
are you looking to a future you never had
why can't you see what you have in front of you
is an ever-changing path
if you think this is happiness 
you are wrong
if you think this is normal
you are having me on
if you think emptiness is a replacement for solving your problems
you are already too far gone