Glow

The sun kissed my moon dyed hips
and smeared her love across my
torrid lips until her heat became
too much for my pale skin to bear.
I’m left blushing.

Common Reactor

I’m leaving, derailing again.
Winter’s here. Can we run?
I’m losing you, worse, myself.

Motorway

Lying with her last words
she only told me maybe anyway.
Not a betrayal if it’s on both parts.
I’m sure I could find love underneath
the feelings I hold for others,
but truth is another story.
I miss you at arm’s length.
Please just know I want to hold you
for good or for bad.
No treason intended,
I only adore you more than you know.
I could have whatever,
but I want you.
Don’t hold me back tonight.

Little Fish

Wrapped in photographs she woke up on my floor,
lips stained with disdain for sugar pink nights.
Sprawled on receipts of days spent free,
she taught me happy, well maybe in love.
Always a better sentiment from a last night standpoint,
she would say merely more words words words
in search of a bed.
Maybe if she stopped with “I needs,” little details
could sweep her off her feet.
Turns out it helps, paint your hands blue.

White

Fake love.
She gave me her
yes’s and lies. Left me feeling
compromised. Maybe I love her.
I could see it. I always give in anyway.
I’m wearing what little faith I have left
on my sleeve.
Scream A’s and B’s to the clouds
but stop at I’s, can’t bear it.

Gone

What if I stopped blaming myself?
I’ll wear my words, my compromised mind
maybe mingle with the stars.
Speak the smoke that spills, sugar,
falling into the sea.
The whites of my eyes are screaming
hello, I am.
Panicking.
Can I be the hole in your head?
I guess this is misery
but I’m feeling just fine.
I was wrong my friendly fire,
we stand on borrowed legs.

Pan

Wind’s back leaps and sings my favourite fears,
Porthos can’t help it.
Never, never.
Slightly thinks he’s earned a swag,
but Soiled can’t compare to my Darling.
He’ll be my downfall anyway.
And oh my Tink, annually I’ll be yours.
One at a time emotion!
I’ll remember, I think.
Michael grab your pinny and let’s float
in a nightmare.
Innocent and heartless.

Let’s be the afterthought.

New York

Minds fragile, like lemons
leaping from trees and
sinking your rescinded sails.
Tracing your smile lines
even as you frown
I’ll use other people’s words.
My little fire finder,
look hard this time.

Low Tide

I’m only here to die.
Let’s burn old churches and
find faith in holy smokes
and ashes.
Can you trust in me too?
I guess it would be nice,
but mountains don’t scream back.
It’s still only me.
We’ll always share pretty words.

Fortunate

Golden axe,
hacking limbs
left to right.
Stand beside me.
Is this missing you?
Crows call to dinner.
You aren't hungry.

Ocean Eyes

My butterflies are getting out.
under your eyelids
it’s not me hogging hands,
ocean eyes.
I’m counting back a different clock’s hands
to fix all the time I thought otherwise.
The floor turned mirror
but I can’t see what you mean,
tapt på havet.
Words intrigue me and
I wish you liked to share.
Du og meg.
Maybe someday lille venn.

Big Bad Wolf

Oh, how opportunistic to love the dead
they’ve stopped listening
Oh, how opportunistic lille venn
speaking these things
screaming violence, violence!
Is there an art to this seduction?
Whisper secrets between their toes.
You always were the optimist,
painting blank hearts grey.

Below.

Do you believe in God?
I wish I believed the words I say.
I’ve lost my train of thought
along with everything I’ve ever known.
Lately more than ever I just want to leave.
Find him, maybe even me.
Hearing the sounds that you once thought,
I’m always by your side.

His Name

I let down my defense,
opened the flood gate.
Everything left.
It’s been three months
checkpoint set, not met.
I’ll find the flaws under my skin.
I’m yet to hit rock bottom,
time to stop giving up, maybe giving in.
I don’t know if I believe yet,
time to stop giving up.
I need his name.
He’s got me. Why don’t I believe?

LoveStrukk

Butterfly babies crack cocoons and take flight at her sight.
My stomach only churns for blue eyes and she knows all too well.
This is the best nervous I’ve ever known and she’s still only air.
I wish you were more than just words.

Aesop

In the Halloween tree I’ll wait for monster’s plea.
Picnics never really were for me, but King Kong has a particular persuasion about him.
The moon man’s noggin reeks of Dolores and dinner has been postponed,
Salt girl has been giving me the creeps anyway.
Here’s to tea party chaos.
Octopus, on with the merman’s rescue attempt number two
at bringing back Fableganger’s Granny Globe Gertrude.
I’ll be the moon man’s feet walking the beat to Emma’s
but don’t mind me, I’ll only say anything to be a drag.
My dragoness insists on consistency, peacock cloak for Nurse Evelyn I suppose.
Let’s be best friends with books before dessert dies.
Squid Nancy mourns the mothers of monsters lost along the road to wake up Alice.
This meal is in memory of memories.

Oh Ryan...

She’s stuck in the clouds.
Oh, won’t you please come down?
I’ll hold on to the ground and
reach out a hand to pull her back to me.
She’s sunk her teeth into the sun
and my words aren’t worth it anymore.
I’m left to sit and stare as she finds a new home
on the skyline.
I’m no match for the stars.

Wake Up!

I can’t stop dreaming.
I wish I could wake to see your face just the same
but there’s a certain gap about this romance
that I can’t seem to close with open eyes.
I wake to ghosts and empty hope.

It'll Be Okay

She says to
roll over and hold her close.
I am three words and a shoulder,
slowly clutching tighter.
Focus.
I’m still sorry.
I don’t know if I can feel anymore,
I haven’t felt that a whole lot.
Don’t give up on me.
Dammit. I lost it.

Colorado

One knee, double time
finding meaning in losing my mind.
One dream for me
and one for you too;
swallow hard.
Words cling to tongue like
me in your mind.
But i don’t.
Sleep stuck in eyes, leaving
last chance glances singing goodbye
on fallen ears.
I thought I might blink just this once.
I’ll always miss you more.

Breathe

we were
more than this.
a delicate balance.
these stairs lead to
day dreams.
i have been wrong.
behind curtains
i wanted to touch
but we don’t try.
behind sin
i hide my ability
to love.
if i could touch
all my lies
i would break your bones.
you were my last breath.

PunchDrunkLove

Truly my first, you flee in good time.
I’ve got a big heart ripe for breaking,
so saddle up baby.
Lately I think I’ve lost you
memories speak clean, sincere.
Plotlines dull now
you are the gravity coursing through my veins.
Rested shoulders tested when gazes change directions.
For those who didn’t understand my lack of vocabulary
(cause and affection)
you deserve a person like me.
I know I could love you given the time and
piece of my own mind you already occupy;
ignore the way I look at you.
Spelling errors aside,
I realize now all the bridges she was craving were only to burn.
I’m waiting for you whoever you are.

Tiny Spark

Crisp, pristine gum lines
contour thoughts best kept behind
my complacent blue eyes,
secretly smirking.
I’m the symmetry of her
perfectly pearly off-whites.
She smiles too much.
And I can’t speak,
uncomfortably happy,
my murky mouth is
calling her name.
Oh, the words I would say.
Spewing seemingly meaninglessness,
she melts it all.

I am.

You say, so desperately I listen.
Caught on every thought,
I paraphrase loose intent;
surrendering meaning to you.
Our conversations always fall flat
just short of sense.
Am I just another word?

Reluctant

Cigarette hints
bellow stifling smoke
on my thoughts,
I fall deeper into her haze.
(Cue quickened pulse.)
Smoke rings tiptoe shyly,
kindly
mistaking her for friend.
Regardless, lips collide.
I taste the addiction as
nicotine lexis
crash on my neck.
Hot breath, hers.

Be the One

Head back, drawn out “E” motions.
He spoke with his hands,
battering forgotten melodies in her head.
She’d listen, waiting for her turn to
sing the tune they knew all too well.
But his singing soured,
and she retreated to silence.

Telly

Clumsy lips, letting just
any old thought out.
I'm spilling my guts
to the receiver of this phone.
Hello, hello?
Unphased by unsatisfactory advise,
I can't stop now, won't stop.

Untitled

Pearly white sharks
find my lips; left trembling,
awaiting another attack.
Mouth turned gaping,
my thoughts make tracks.
Tightly tying tongues,
you flash me smiles lacking intent.
All the while
your wandering eyes find my
empty head appealing.
Ripe to fill, with you.

Artist

Her lips looked, kissed.
Scrounging up leftover tears,
she put on a show for me.
Lackadaisical half truths
split her tongue
with each syllable.
I tallied the times
she blinked, thinking
I wouldn't notice.
She knows all the right lines.
So for now, words form
fumbling out transparent lips.
I'm fine.