Jesus

Why does this exist?...
It's a little cruel.

don't cry

is this another one of your disappearing acts?

Smile Translator

The sunrise is not so distant
The words are hard to read, but still remain:

Happiness isn’t born from an instant

Mellow sky drapes over like a blanket,
The sun is gone, yet the warmth remains
Rise again tomorrow, to spell it out
You shown the world no sorrow,
So you should never doubt

Smile, sunset
you haven’t fallen yet

The moon will weep in your wake,
Tears of joy, while you yet stay
The fall translated into birth,
and beauty was born not a second late

Smile, translator
You’ll rise again later

I dream of days that never stay,
and words i'm glad i'll never say
happiness is in the sunrise
there's beauty where the sun dies.

clutch and hold tightly,
the sun never waivers;
he is bold and mighty

blessing is being untied
from her starry mantle
wading through the sea
in the endless scandal

i rest with her,
and rise with you
to end with her,
and find my true

love, come later
i'll perceive the sky
as a facilitator

for my own consideration (repost)

Careful Cuts
She Swallowed Stars
When It Rains, It Pours
Vital Signs
A Rational Fear Of Heights
Knights and Weak Ends
Compounds
Drown Ing
& black & white & grey
The Dead Of Night
Frostbite
Statuesque
Crying Wolf
Disappearing Ax
Discipline

Statuesque

time for you to get some rest,
know a little distance from death
i know you need to catch your breath

your eyes are like diamonds,
glassed over and light-less
shattered to pieces, you're falling
into the sky, you're statuesque

your skin is pearlescent,
white and lifeless
sinking into the depths,
scattered among the rest

you were watching and waiting,
it's burned into your eyes
this is what it's like
to watch a person die

not a word of restraint,
you're a flint against the tide
blue now, in the ocean
you really should have spoken

now she is statuesque,
cracked and broken

the dead of night

I’m pretty uninspired tonight, I’m just really relaxed. I guess I’m a heartbreak opportunist when it comes to writing – I really need to spend some time and explore what I can write in other states of mind.
The problem is I need to find those states of mind.
“Home is where I’m going, but never coming”
This song makes me feel at ease, but it does little to inspire me… or maybe it would, if I weren’t so tired.

I feel like there needs to be an exodus of my current self, but I haven’t a clue where to start.

There is such a discouraging aura around me, being the introvert that I am.
I feel so blank today. It’s like I either feel awful or I don’t feel anything.

Am I addicted to sadness?
Do I glorify it?
Tuesday has to be different.

I don’t want you to feel like this entry addresses you; none of these works address you directly. They are extensions of my state of mind at different moments. When I write here, I understand that you are an audience that perceives this, but this and other ramblings are, in truth, letters I write to a female quasi-entity that I associate with the motherly embodiment of the universe.

I wanted to write something tonight, but there just wasn’t a spark.
I’m not sure how I feel. It’s not even melancholy.
Dead?
probably not the best terminology to be using


i have a bad habit of crying wolf

Knights And Weak Ends

Haste brings you closer to bed
Don't fear, don't run
Count yourselves among the dead

Don't feel, don't burn
Stand still, keep will
Don't rear, don't turn
Someone, somewhere
Will Help
Will Come

Don't hurt, don't stop
You'll rot, you rock
No help
Will Come

You crack, you're stunned
The sun has burst
You've felt the worst
Don't breath, don't die

Don't leave with one goodbye

Ironclad, can't move
Can't land, can't choose


You're coming loose,
It's breaking you

[this is more of a sing-able song.]

Vital Signs

It’s not something you could easily divine,
How to hold a knife
Or if you could even see the vital signs,
How to lose your life

How to watch it pass you by
How to bless the walls
Made to confine

Avert your eyes, it’s impolite
To watch a cripple try to shout

Amputations teach you what you were born to live without,
How to cut the line
You can only hold someone as tightly as you’re held,
How to change your mind

I could show you how to decide, I could show you wrong
I could show you how to leave behind, I could show you how to die
I could show you how to hold my hand,
But I can’t show you how to give it back

For my own consideration

Careful Cuts
She Swallowed Stars
When It Rains, It Pours
Vital Signs
A Rational Fear Of Heights
Knights and Weak Ends
Compounds
Drown Ing
& black & white & grey
The Dead Of Night
Frostbite
Statuesque
Crying Wolf