New "Fly" Craze

Eyes like sugar soft and sweet. Butterflies returning from their long retreat. The beginning of this feeling, this rush of wonder sewn up inside like a treat. Its just another I know. But this time ive grown. This time ill know. Running and staying. A teeter-totter balance. But if you dont return its just one more defeat.

Marking Balls

This slip of injustice mixes with the beauty and the brow-beat and broken. The noises of the taken purify those left behind. Eloquent words written with a touch of poison thicken the sin and the words as they fall off the page and become left behind. Feelings and emotions swirl. Stuck in a room with no way out but a broken glass window and a door past the ghosts. Those ghosts of the past forever stinging no way out but up and over. Do you have the energy to make it the hope to strengthen. Or will it slide on by.

Hazy Days Wait for Noone

Lately, ive felt empty, alone. Like that moment at the end of a movie where everything goes silent, right before you start to breathe. This shimmering facade of waking up and feeling as if something special has been whisked away right beneath your feet. But, while something else has come to take its place, and you sat there watching it unfold the entire time, you still feel missing. Like the air has been knocked out of you, like a shell has taken your place. I know that it can't last forever, and this sliver of hope keeps me dangling on for dear life, but i know if i make the wrong move i may fall into this endless abyss of nothing...

Getting your arm pet in the rain

The bitter-sweet taste slides past my lips as i take my first tingling bite. Soft and moist. There's this feeling in the air that hovers slightly while the crumbs fall silently away like getting a hug from the one person in this world who can drive those everlasting fears away. Those demons who threaten to cave in on us, who force us to run and hide like small children. Only sometimes, "Mom" isn't there to protect us, but its all right, because you know, you're not alone.

Purple letters on a Grey Sweatshirt Day

Wistful sighs fill the faded room as memories shimmer past on the breath of hope. Can you see the heartbreak? Can you hear the broken beats? As my eyes pass to you and i slide away the illusion will you laugh and leave or maybe will you hold on if only because its what we both need. Someone to tie us down to reality and lift us up from the danger of this fast taking life.

Cold Walks and Warm Cars

We try so hard to hold on to who we were, who we used to be. These changing pasts slipping away and falling into the air. The broken innocence of our remembered lives hover about and torment us like ghosts. I want to stop this time. Go back to who i was. When love was real and hope was gleaming. When I was ME and nothing could tear that up. But ive lost that beauty that used to reside. Like a bird leaves its nest my soul fell away. And all i am now is an empty cave. Wont you come and hold together these pieces of what i have left? Will you not stay just a bit longer then the others who all left? but thats not who you are and not how i could be...i can see it in your eyes.

Trusting Faces Broken Hearts

Sometimes it all gets so mixed up. The dancing images and words of everything colliding into each other like watercolor on a page. Churning and swirling into this jumbled mess. I don't think i know any more. I dont think i could tell you who i am if i tried. This world has changed me. Rusted me and torn apart the pages to a book thats only half-written. Ive been pushed and pulled and kicked around and ive hoped to just be home. Im tired now, and war-torn. The dust that used to float around has settled down and wont come out with just a tidy wash. Tide wont clean these blood-stains from my tired feet. And everything i once was has drifted just a bit farther down that disappearing shoreline. Maybe ill just turn around and go home for a while...