the run

on the run from reality, without money or sanity
not knowing where we would find our next meal
the flowers were fake, and the ring just a toy
but everything that we needed was real
since then, you've grown a beard and laugh lines
and i never tire of the smile on your face
with all the bruises of life, i take one look in your eyes
and my aches vanish without a trace

3 words

the sun slowly warming up my face
it's only a star, and they were only three words.
but they're bigger than you and me.
how do i word it...
it's so much more than i imagined
i took one step and i'm a million miles away.
i'm falling and flying at the same time
you make me leave myself
i never thought dreams could come true
and they never did.
until i met you.
so much to say, and eternity to say it.
it's almost not enough time to spend with you

(kinda run on... and stream of consciousness) eh?

woe

oh woe is me at last, and now i finally say to you
but with less heartache and far more callousness than is due
for what could put me past my reason and logic, to which i cling?
it's simple, so i'll make it breif, buts it's more than just one thing.
i'll start with the way i say goodnight, like i'm talking to myself.
did you not notice i was ill, underneath my seemingly perfect health?
and also, there's the notes you wrote, built by broken promises.
al though there were times when i could trust you effortlessly, when was the metamorphysis?
and lastly, i know i'm not perfect, but could you cut me some slack?
most of all i hated the fact that i couldn't love you back.

happy new year

the FLOOD

abandon all posts, no shelter is near.
the flood is determined, the water is clear.
what can i make of this natural disaster?
i surely wasn't prepared for this hazaard.
reporters said clear skies for days and days,
but now this endless rain has got me crazed.
i dreamt this could happen; a prophesy.
and together we salvaged, you and me.
board anything that floats, and send us afar.
though landmarks are disolved, i know where we are.
for the key to the map is no surprise.
it takes me to the horizon, looking in your eyes.
the sun after it rains dries all the drowned.
only moments until we're back on the ground.
suspended for days above the cold earth.
more alive than anything that could be birthed.
it's finally arrived, the ending, and it appears we've won,
but your smile reassures me, we've only just begun.




(have i lost my touch?)

dry eyes

rolling down the window, it's a quarter after ten.
been driving since the horizon rose to forget where i began.
trying to raise my thoughts higher than myself,
being humbled by my disgrace in ideas long on the shelf.
my words and works planted deep in the ground,
but since then, have yet to be found.
dry eyes and less calloused hands, the miles i travel for friends
means nothing compared to the distance that's grown in between us in the end.
i exalt myself day to day, to reinforce my pride;
a marriage that's lasted through the years, where the groom ignores the bride.
and on nights like this, when it's dark, i am less visable than before.
it's likely i will ignore your presence at least one time more.
i've flicked off the lights for seconds at a time
and think of how life is missing for the chosen blind.
and with hours gone, nothing and everything has changed.
i'm home, i'm alive and living for You, yet i am estranged.

new for you

words i said.

i've said things i didn't mean
my words turn to dust
and in my lungs the air is stale
my voice shakes of rust.
for footprints and friends i've left behind
my pride, i hug it close
maybe one day my words did exist
a shadow of a ghost.
i wish my words were more like anchors
taking territory in fields of thought
not stumbling though the thickest forests
getting ravenous and lost


cowboy.

sandpaper skin that could cut through steel
his lead shadow weighs half a ton
stance like a mountian, immovable
a stare like a smoking gun
a mass of rock and metal
in the form of a man
a scarred but never broken frame
having only enough life as he can

(too bad you couldnt see the attempt at a cowboy i drew in my notes for this one^^)
hope you enjoy them

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