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
To see the tear-less try to cry
To watch it drowning in the tide

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

made from broken CDs.

isn't it me?

Anorexia

Seemingly,
nobody ever really stops being anorexic, they just starve their mental health instead.

I am accidentally polite

I am accidentally polite
It's not that I'm not trying to be,
I just never want to fight
I ask because I care,
You would doubt and I would dare
Nice is no reason to be scared

Because you're egyptian cotton,
worth wearing and uncommon,
you tear with just a tug,
which is why I welcome with a hug

I'm open like a wound,
wound up like toy,
I'm barking at the moon
hoping it'll come back soon

I am the meaning behind the manner,
and the screaming behind the silence.

I am the blood dripping out of a hidden plunge,
the smile that veils a missing tongue.
I am the one that waits at your doorstep
so you can walk all over me.

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.