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.