ablaze

the ice crystals created
their celestial bursts
on the window pane

so cold and delicate
each tip reaching
as far as they can
before they melt

such a short life span

such determination

such beauty

he throws another log in the fire
shortening their fragile existence
even more
but lengthening his own

his vacant eyes stared
into the flames
rocking back and forth
in that old
rickety
chair
over the old
crooked
floor

the inferno reflected
in those glass orbs
hungry for love
he watched as the flames
grew and dissappeared
the higher they got

just like their frozen counterparts
just like them
just like him
the farther he got
the farther he fell

he would never have it
any other way
the climb was his passion
the fall was just
another reason to climb again
this time higher

forever reaching new plateaus
where fire and ice created
his soul
each fueling eachother
both somehow connected

its that connection that
keeps him alive

and ready
for more

wash me away

i sat there
small and alone
the chipped floor boards surrounded me
grass and trees just beyond them
the birds conversed earnestly

that white warm light, it
enveloped every inch of me
marinating me in his light
and baking me in his warmth

layne sang the soundtrack
in the background
and the earth carried me away
as soon as she hit my lungs

as i flew among the clouds
the billows washed over me
and we floated together
across the beautiful blue expansion

away.

sharpie pen

today time held no power
over me
the light jog to the train
didn't exist
rather a slow, bittersweet stroll
as i boarded the odd little vessel

the change
my change
echoed as it fell down the slot
i walked down the aisle
but passed by my usual spot

feeling the need to try something new
i sat down and rearranged my things
turned up the volume
and I like it the farther I get out
my eyes wander and something catches
their attention

written in all capital letters
in black sharpie pen

listen to your heart

is written across the seat
my fingertips brushed over the words
i hoped they would seep into my pores
make their way through my bloodstream
and out of my mouth

i rested my head in my hand
elbow on the window
and stared out into the cloud filled sky
raindrops dancing to the ground

i smiled

closed my eyes

and dreamt

and you were there
somehow sitting next to me
breathing in my comfort
and breathing out your own

the train went underground
the neon lights broke my serenity
but still you were there
and i've never loved you more

lines

defined lines
define a person
where do their lines lay


neatly piled, ready for consumption

slowly written, thought out and sincere

between your eyes, angry and concentrated

on the road behind you, all left to the past


these lines
straight edges
directional markers
starlings screech their lovesong
eyes dark and bare
send out a warning
climbing higher
stopping on each branch
see who's listening


talk linear at me


detached and irrelevant
close your eyes and
regain fetal comfort
where lines have yet
to be discovered
where everything is
round

your face by stars

you'll never see me again
not like you did
i've stepped out
and all that you knew
will never be the same

i've seen everything
and i've seen nothing
digging a hole to hide
your face
and washing your hands
of the dirt you dug
through

let the earth ungulf
your face
feel its pain and beauty
now go and grow
grow up from the bottom
until you're surrounded
by stars
the radiance fills up
your eyes
and as tears fall so do
the constellations

i'll catch them for you
and sprinkle them
over your bed
sleeping silent
sleep silence
and speak to me
through dreams and visions
and songs
i'll lay beside you
but only for a little while
for they'll never take
me alive

far but not gone

well versed in sorrow
screaming silent promise
leaking into tomorrow
so far from yesterday
so far from us

drips of ichor drop
fathom the fall
divine intentions stop
suspended in thought
a beautiful stall

partial endeavors dead
weary and a waste
animate yourself instead
cease fire
no need for haste

shoved so far into existence
scarce smiles dealt
so near but never past the fence
so deep in sleep
skin never felt

hardly an honest glance
peer past what i am
such a convoluted dance
of needless steps
grab hold of my hand

where death ends.

on the eve of your denial
i sat on the cold couch waiting
for your words
your eyes
to spill,
washing, away my zealousness
to speak of our prospects
your windows never shed a tear though
not for me
does the reflection of yourself scare you away?
our analagous colors bled
leaving us with an open sprawl of gray
not quite yet our green expansion
a hint of technicolor would do us well
so wont you please wake up
and join me outside
where life begins
and death ends.

not finished

laying on the coil filled mattress
my heart becomes heavier
with every rhythmic beat
shaking below me
every pulse throwing me into the air
saying a deathly hello to the ceiling
each time
perhaps a crack of consciousness
would do me some good
i've been asleep for days
and the hazy hindsight
keeps me confined

hello. goodbye.

hello.
goodbye.
this time i sit and wonder
how things might have been

if you had stayed and i had left
ambient music playing my exit song
a slow, soft wave goodbye
and you fall

a recession
into a beautiful space,
of time at a standstill
and azure dissonance

and still i fall
making my cameo
because i cannot stay away
mind craving the torment

heart hungers for comfort
yet i don’t allow such things
your silence is loud
in my head

but you
you lay across me
the weight of your heart
bringing such ease

the words, those words
leave your lips
i breathe them in,
consuming your thoughts

i extend my hand
my soul comfortably sitting in it
waiting for you
to reach back

untitled

untitled,
he left it
for fear that branding it a name
may leave it, meaningless

scarred and empty
the white pages lay
untouched
abandoned

reaching back
cutting down any recognition
toss aside now, for something
ambiguity can lead to greatness

tearing through layers of musty
wallpaper
the neverending floral patterns
"scents of scenes in my head"

so speak of nothing
contained thoughts are bound
to break free;
eluded

thought and theory
sequenced so delicately
for when absent
all is left in ruins

any sentient creature would agree
the greatest voids
can be filled
by voices