i havent had time for organized thoughts

makeup stained her face.
she didn't think she'd come back to this place;
where an open door is an open grave.
not a land of the free or home of the brave.
school was wrong.
the things she learned she never used.
it only lead her to be more confused.
to use her head and not her heart,
like she's done from the start.
she fell apart.
but she rings the doorbell..
regardless of her fears
and under piers
she burries her tears.
they'll be safe there,
unaware.
the man on the other side of the door
has no intentions of hurting her anymore.
he's punished himself, and reconciled,
and put too much hope in a reply.
how can you fix what's missing parts?
"make due with what you have," is a good place to start

til then

your eyes are bright
and full of fear
a hunger, you've been told.
you think the world
is out for blood
to rake you over the coals.
you're innocent
sweet child, be young
because it's never meant to stay
don't put up a wall
catch your breath
before it runs away.

a few pieces i might never be satisfied with

i was in the sky
i had nothing better to do at the time
i saw the fire
that struck the earth
it's where we met
do you remember that night?
i was looking for something i couldn't define
but you took the time
and you said that line
and ever since it's been on my mind

(^i know, it doesnt really follow a scheme, just something i jotted down while waiting for soccer practice to be called on account of bad weather)

The Only Things

My warmest memories are of cold nights
driving home, we hit all those red lights
i could tell you were thinking of asking
but you wanted to wait
then the weeks that passed, i remember best
the only things we knew were the things we could guess
but you waited for me
even though i was late

(...and lastly...)

one season

shovel in hand, turnedup soil at my feet
and the deeper i dig. the further i climb
i've grown much since i started i think
but the more and more i loose time.
i can hardly see in front of me
i wipe the dirt from my face
swiping at mud and gravel
but just putting more in its place
the earth has stolen my watch
ive lost track of the date, and time altogether
plunging deeper and deeper into the earth
yet still hoping for better weather
through heatstrokes, and floods there remains
a hole, a grave, for me to fill
so perfect in its desperate shape
and all accomplished by my own free will.




all different moods, but i tried to make them each sound complete.