Every Morning

Sometimes I think I shouldn't get out of bed
The drop from the mattress to the floor can be terrifying

Monument

Every time the wind whispers to the blades of grass
The statue that has stood here erodes a little more
And pure water seeps from the cracks
And when the statue finally crumbles, there will be no water left

Oblivious

You live inside of a telescope
Looking out the wrong end
Wondering what those tiny people could be up to
While their steps thunder nearby

Weeping Willow

In this tangle of words, there is enough to pull out the greatest apology ever written.
I will keep searching until I find it.

Hermit

There is a special place that you can go
Where a man sits in silence, surrounded by the animals that pay their respects to him
He will listen to all of your problems
And he will answer them with a single syllable
But only on death's bed will it ever make sense

Romeo, Romeo

What if every time you fell in love
Or even felt a glimmer of something for someone
You told them about it
What if you never lived with the regret of "what could have been"
And instead with much more of "what never will be?"

Cathartic Symphony

I am the smile that is five minutes away
I am that nostalgic feeling you get as you stand at the subway platform, the gust of wind pushing and tugging at your clothes
I am the guy at the bar who pushed your shoulder just a little too hard, but you let it pass anyways
I am the picture tucked deep in your wallet
I am the dreams you get, on those certain lonely nights with the fan on and the window wide open
I am the shrieking children playing under splashing water, in the park on a late summer day
I am that dark place in your memory you dare not go alone
I am the name of everything you want in life
I am that missed opportunity you swear was the biggest mistake of your life, that you will never make again
I am the one shot of tequila too many
I am the words you left unsaid
I am the smile that is here right now
But I am not here to stay

Day Terrors

Lying awake, atop the sheets
I stare at my ceiling in pitch dark
Vestiges of color form to make order of the black canvas above me
But they never take form
Never take root

Paper Moon

I left the light on for you last night
I fell asleep, sitting at the kitchen table
You woke me, and kissed me
And left a smudge of someone else's lipstick there on my lips

Shōji

I built a house out of paper
So that it would be easier to burn down when the time came

Royal Seal

I put this stamp on everything I own
Why do you think it's not on your forehead?

The Girl in the Tutti Frutti Hat

With just a sparkle in your eye
My heart flutters just a little higher
My body feels just a little more weightless
The room slows down just a touch more
You have ensnared me, but you have already begun to walk away

Stone Sillhouette

I trace your outline onto the ground
So that there is some evidence you were here
It's not for my benefit, or yours
It's just to see if I can make you as permanent in this ground, as you have become on me

SR & GF

We inscribed our names on a tree
Knowing that our love would stand as tall and as proud as it did
Ignore that countless others have scrawled their own names here
We will not be like them
Because here, as I finish scratching the last letter of your name
You pull out a match, and set the whole thing alight

Our love will not be tall and proud
It will not last forever
It will be bright and alive,
and consume our lives until it fizzles out in our old age

Garden of Peace

For every heart you've ever broken, I will plant a seed
For every tear you've ever let shed, I will water this plant
For every time you've let your anger loose, I will shelter this from the storm
For every time you brood moodily in your dark room, I will watch the stem grow
For every time you flirt with that other woman, I will prick a finger on a thorn
For every time you fall in love again, I will have another flower, ready for you to pluck once more

10 minutes thinking of my desires

I want...

Photoshopped

Sometimes when I see you, you look a little out of focus.
Like the rest of the world is here and real, and you have just been overlayed on top, messily and haphazardly. Like you don't belong here.
Like I don't belong  here either.

Appearances

As ugly as I may seem
I am still only giving you the good side of my face

(I don't think I possibly could)

I have lost enough friends to cherish the ones I have
To love them as much as I can, because they could be gone tomorrow
But most importantly
I am always looking forward to the friends I have yet to meet
Wondrous if I could possibly love them more than the people I love today

Happy Birthday

There was a time when I thought the world of you
That you felt so far away, so high above
A time when I felt so beneath and below you
Every time you batted an eyelash in my direction
I got another glimpse through a gateway
To a life that could be
I wanted so earnestly for that place to be real
I wanted it so hard that I couldn't stand to be around you
Afraid that the reality could never hold up
That I couldn't hold up

Things have changed since then
I have grown more bitter, my heart hardened.
I have grown more cheerful, my heart painted over
I have become more alive, my heart pumping with fresh blood
I have become more dead, my heart beating down to the end of days
But most of all
I am now aware of who I am.
Of who you are.
That nothing is as golden or dreary as the movies made it.
That there is no fairytale endings or perfect romances.
Or lives filled with heartache and redemption.
That our life is not just one act away from the moment she comes running back to you.

There is nothing in life that cannot be achieved.
There is nobody too good for you (or too bad).
There is only life. And people.
And love.

The Powerlines

I don't understand how you do the things you do
I stand down here by your feet
Gazing at the immense works of art you put forth
The unparalleled intelligence
The air smells of ozone around you
I get just the hint of electricity flowing through the air above me
It is like you and everyone else has a conduit to conduct it
And all I have is an umbrella
Waiting to get struck with lightning

The Mineshaft

Let's stop following this tunnel
Take this shovel, dig with me over here
We will find some diamonds of our own

Candlelit dinner

This candle has served me well
It's flame dances on its wick
Playing shadow and light across my face
Revealing emotions and feelings I don't have to a woman I don't care for
And when it finally dwindles out
I can simply get another one

Free Will

There is a split second in time, between when you dream up something, and you choose to do it. That moment is a world of possibilities, before reality comes crashing down to set the way.

The Stork

I can sometimes hear the laughter of children in my dream
They are children that haven't been born yet
I think they're yours
They are wonderful to be around,
They are extremely hilarious and witty
One of them spends all of his day trying to crack me up, and I him
I always get a stitch in my side because of him
The other one, she is shy, but sensitive
She seems to have wisdom beyond her years
She consoles me sometimes with the most adult of matters
And she holds me sometimes when I cry of the woes of my life
I hold her when she cries of the worries of hers
(hers are mostly of make believe monsters)

They will be amazing children
And they will grow up to be amazing people
They may not become rich or famous
But they will be nice, and good
They will be treasured by their friends and family
By you
They will bring sunshine and joy to the world

But for now they are still just children in my dreams
Waiting for you to bring them around for us all to meet

The Pillar

You are always hunched over
Scared the world will cave in if you stop holding it all up
Straining to keep it exactly in place

I wish you would step out from under there
And see that your life will continue,
Even if it shatters to a million pieces

Erosion

I don't understand why your anger should affect my life.
And yet it seeps through and corrodes away at the little things in my life every day.

The Bleachers

I am watching the crests and dips of your life
Waiting for one to reach high enough
To reach my toes dangling out over the edge here
Hoping to get washed away into your life once again

This way home

There is no such thing as destiny
That is what makes life worth living