Reach the city steps tonight
Following the power lines
Met a man barside
With eclipses for eyes
And you tell yourself you wont let them touch

Did I say too much did I say enough
I don't know Sylvia
I don't know Sylvia

Circle round the room still
Breaking my will

Know I can't have you here
Someone else on your skin

And it's all my fault for not getting off
And you made it start, can you make it stop?
You don't know Sylvia
You don't know Sylvia

Reach the city steps tonight
Following the power lines

And your skin is so white
Underneath the black night
And your voice calls out for the Coup de grace
When the lights go out... will there be a trace?
I don't know Silvia
That I loved, Silvia
That I loved, Silvia

Bolts

There's more than miles of distance between us
And it takes less than an inch given for this to bust
(it takes trust)

a beauty bolted out from the ground
and my first idea was to bolt it down

it needed water so i brought some down
i knew moderation but it felt nice to drown

she plucked it clean and i scolded her,
because being heartfelt just emboldened her

because silky skin isn't the same within,
her sandpaper is what made it through thick and thin

i watched her fall with my heart in hand,
now i stay here with no place to land

because sometimes you need to settle in,
and get to know the person you aren't with

i saw the rose i wanted to bolt down to my heart,
but the rose needed a new branch to start

i don't care to learn what I could have been with you,
i'm not interested in what i can see right through

i guess it feels nice to say adieu,
i couldn't say the same about knowing you

feels like i cannot kiss you hard enough
not even if i bore right through you
it's just such physicality is not that much,
past our youth

we're set to be dead men whenever
to leave here tetherless
and at the end of our lives
it's good to be the only thing left

smile for me if you can
i want to have that in my head
smile for me if you can
i want to have that in my head

Was it the lightwaves

The bird and the skeleton represent lovers, while the little girl represents a woman who loved the bird, but resented his gift of love, and cheated on him with "the skeleton" (keep in mind they are representations) The bird trusted her, but was betrayed. He still loved her, nevertheless.

The Pulling Sea

The death is in the details;
The knife is from a female.
The heartfelt train was derailed;
The story’s hard to retell.

The confidence is true, but the hesitance is too.
No longer do I feel you, and I’m not blue, and I’m no hue.

“No disparity” is what I tell myself, it puts me to sleep, and puts me at ease.
“Don’t be unfair to me” is what I told you;
You put me to sleep, dirt on my knees.
Then showed me your tears; what a calling, what a tease.
I begged to Be; I tried to please.

But I’m fair to me, and I can tell you, love.
I don’t even care, and I don’t want to love.

Nothing was lost; nothing was left.
You can keep your secret; take it to the grave.
You can keep your image: “you’re hers to save.”

There was a hole when you left; a heart that you stole.
But I filled it with music, and held on to my soul.
You can keep it for now, I’ve got all I need.

I once called it the emerald, the sea of love, the loving sea.
I allowed you to anchor me, break my wings, and still you'd flee.
Your briar chains had held me down, but set me free.
But knowing you, you’re going to drown, and I don’t want to see.
At least it’s with her, and not with me.

That show of character was the best thing that ever happened to me.

winner stinger

I was woken by a bug
that stung me deep,
killed me in my sleep

it’s a healthy wound,
I am not consumed,
The clock will move

My monster doesn’t lie,
There is nothing to hide,
If there is nothing inside

I could orchestrate a crash
That would make more sense,
And hurt a whole lot less

Now there’s no space to stand still,
Else I’ll feel completely ill-willed,
And we don’t need more blood to spill

Setsu No Rensa

Seeking the swan dive

I have contrived no fear of knives,

Only a gripping phobia of being alive.

Tonight I learn to hate my hostess

and become a chain of roses




Setsu No Rensa.

The Living Poem

This will continue to grow as long as I live.


-2.sep

Fly as high as your broken wind will take you. If all you want is height, you're there. Without your silver feather, you'll fall, beware.

-3.sep

my fate says the hate stays, kills my mind while the day fades. if i have to stay awake, i'll live in sound. turn the music up and life down

-3.sep
so you search your heart, and find friction. out of that you carve a new place to live in, now find out if it's something you can live with

-4.sep

What if I was wrong, what if I could penetrate the risky sky; we'll never know, because i never learned to fly

-4.sep

and saturn's got eyes, sure; they're sitting alone in the storms you made

-5.sep

maybe life looks great, but i can't see it. maybe if prunes could be grapes, i'd feel it. maybe if you would stay awake, i'd heal it.

-5.sep

if you'd like to listen, explain away; if you're here to ripen, put your seeds away; if you're here to talk, i'm here to stay.

-5.sep

if you could find my soul, i'd like it back; it's a heart you stole, and a heart i lack; i'm the boy you broke with your last attack

-6.sep

i drove through ghosts and snakes to get here, only to find a new road and old fear

-6.sep

you cling to the things you that never wanted, i sent you my soul but you never responded

-11.sep

weep / sleep. guilt comes in waves and leaves in ways that make you pray that it would stay. your actions define you and guilt reminds you.

-14.sep

Do my eyes deceive me, or is the sky beneath me? Is this how you treat me, or do you want to beat me?

-15.sep

you try to soothe the pain by putting poison in it's veins. you'll seek it out, hold it down and watch it die. all for your precious lie.

-16.sep

choke down the truth, if you can stand the taste. swallow it down, with haste. you'll see how hard it is to swallow empty space.

-21.sep

We lived our lives like sand and snow. I flowed through hands, and so you glowed. I'll carry on and make it known, a heart for you was never slow.

-22.sep

Before, you were the warmth in my arms, I was the moon in your stars. Now we’re stuck, an end with no start and a brain with no heart.

-1.oct

the whore that's yours, in the allegory. you didn't write it, but it tells the story. i wouldn't read it and mean it, not till the mourning.

-8.oct

No blessings for the broken, no morning for when I've woken. No sun for the shining, no time for the dying.

(bullet) Youve got got your vicegrip, your sugar and your tight lip; if he doesnt like it then he's going to bite it, knowing youve tried it

Bemoaning the firetip, owning up to the fired click, you've gone ahead with it, carrying on in spite of this. Sometimes I wish you missed.

-6.nov

You're not looking both ways because you're not on either side. I might be lost in space, but at least I'm not stuck in your divide.

-8.nov

Sweeter pianos, bells, and strums, louder than any voice ever tried to be. If only I could speak to you like you speak to me.

Powerlines

Can hearts beat without blood,

is a powerline so shocking?

Please don't act so surprised

seeing that i've been kind,

despite the hard times

you are nothing but an artifact

of a failed friendship,

you saw what you wanted,

but you wouldn't act, you sat back

and let your heart launch it's attack

your heart is a fossil, and your guilt is colossal

the pain is immense, and your new lover is tense

she doesn't know how to hold you,

she'll scold you, mold you, and say she told you

Can hearts beat without blood,

is a powerline so shocking?

Do you know what it's like to hit the ground,

when your home is in the sky?

When your wings are still broken,

you're shattered, still can't fly?

With your smoking gun,

you told her she was the one.

Convinced her you were fun,

convinced her you were numb?

Can a heart beat without blood,

could you handle the red flood?

Is a powerline so shocking,

When it's connecting you and me,

when it's destroying what you love?

Temper Trap - Rest

Ooh baby Ooh baby
Bereaved lady
Ooh baby

Ooh baby Ooh baby
He carved you like a stone
Then left your side
Stop Stop

Ooh baby
Slow steady
Heaven's waiting
For you baby

Ooh baby Ooh baby
He took your soul
And left you out to dry
Stop

Now, you're home free at last
And the cracking whip
That howled
And scarred your back
Has stopped
Ooh It stopped

Ooh baby Ooh baby
Love baby
Your, your only crime
Ooh baby
Stop Stop

Ooh baby Ooh baby
Love baby
Your, your only crime
Ooh baby
Stop Stop

Red Box of Blues

I’ll give to you my little red box of blues,

So you can see too what I’ve been holding for you,

So you have something to hold on to and remember it’s true

Please wear those beads, they mean much to me.

There doesn’t seem to be a right way to do things,

or a right way to see.

"But penguin please, don’t break my wings"

I know I’m not the best of men, I can’t love like a woman does

But I know how to love like I do.

I really wish life wasn't so complicated with so many bends and sudden ends,

it makes me hate it as i watch it fade in and get so jaded.

beats over bars

Slender and shattering like the fresh washed, filthy glass of blood-red wine,

She consumes like air from the cup like the soul from my body,

So vehemently intrigued by her form and grace, inherently good in image yet

Satanic in intention

Running on like the longest sentence, putting a man away in her blood-soaked silver jail,

Sweet smells drifting in through the bars of the outward looking window,

Feeling backwards and distraught by the locking doors and the ring they tie around my innocent finger,

Who could not see outside of the tunnel, or know worth beyond why worth is defined

Before I Kick The Bucket

My list of cool shit I want to do in my life (because calling it a bucket list is too pessimistic for nofal)

1. Hold the moon in my hands

2. Throw a surprise party

3. Write and finish a 300+ page book

4. Gain and lose 30 pounds over 6 months

5. Shake hands with a war veteran

6. Train a dog to play dead

7. Run a marathon

8. Catch, prepare and eat my own fish

From fountain to funnel

All your eyes see are tunnels

I show one hundred different pathways

But to you it’s just hearsay

Did you ever point your eyes my way?

I only had you on my day.

Today is not the first time I’ve felt it,

It’s been a month in and I’ve spelt it,

Lived it and held it.

Till the day I get to hear you, see you and feel you

I’ll try not to need you, hold you back or precede you

I wear this veil of silence and I’m trying my best to try this,

Trying to place myself beside it, yet I find myself inside it

Four more days to the rapture, into your chest so that I might capture

A glimpse of what I might hold, a vision of what it feels to be bold

I feel I’m on the threshold of something that I’ve been told

A better way to live on, tired of having to step down

From fountain to funnel