Monday, January 19, 2015

Where You Are Is not my home

There's a stigmatism in the air
I can't quite see you clear
I'm aware you'll never read these lines
I hide behind
There's a coat in the closet
The smell of your shirt and a broken heart in my pocket
Where I saw you through

Now the Night is empty
And everything I see
I see clearly

And everything is nothing with out you
I hold on to my sanity
Keeps the calm from tumbling
But I still feel you

I grab your hand in my dream
I beg you to never let go
I wake up
Sleepy eyed and alone

The worst part is you'll never hear my song

Wednesday, January 14, 2015

13 th Floor

If you can hear me , speak to me . For your the only one who hears and I'm the only one who's listening .

Behind

Stories are courted in dialated iris
Secrets form in clusters beneath the surface
The light draws dim and fills with puddles ....

It's their in a corner
As it bleeds into everything
It's impossible to forget
Love
This love for you

Saturday, January 10, 2015

Shatter

I couldn't recall the good bye 
Or the way you shut the door that night 
How the dominos fell one by one inside never to again be collected 
Just left a mess on the floor in the dark 

I couldn't recall any of it 

The only thing I remember was your light 
Entering the room that night . 

Friday, January 9, 2015

1000 Steps

I haven't forgotten the words of a hero 
That echo down my halls 
I can't find rest as I stare out my window 

Road is long 
Lost somewhere in your eyes 
Never finding home again 
As days turn into cluttered moths 
In a closet 
I sit in your shadow 
Broken heart .

Monday, January 5, 2015

Star necklace

Brush stroke smiles falling from Demons haunt my day 
A razor blade runs blank across my skin 
As I thought of him ... 
The way they walk from my arms into an empty crowd - 
Home is not a passing train , yet I'm left stranded at an old station 
Air full of scotch and last nights intentions 

No love - no star necklace as I fall into the sea , 
A boat so big - yet sails remain small ,
A heavy restitch - a thoughtless good bye 

No there isn't an answer is there ...

Waiting for the 7 o'clock train ... 
Luggage empty