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sinking your rescinded sails.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.