Lashing Out Aimlessly

Never found a bone
I didn't want to pick,
and I wanna
keep em all too.
Build new skeletons
in secret
to scare away my thoughts
of you.
What am I really holding on to?
Clicking tongues and scraping bones,
not my own.

Never home.

Two Birds

Party foul telepathy:
two birds like
anchors
in separate oceans.

Do si do,
practically Mexico.

Ignite
beating hearts,
hesitating.

Last track vibes.
Gimme seven days
to kick this
like bad habits
broken.

Two birds,
worlds apart;
let the fire ignite.

Your Misery

I wish the answer were no,
but I don't think it is.
I would jump back in
to your misery
in a heartbeat.

The Last Goodbye

It pained me
as you drew another breath,
but goodbye was already
out the gate
and I only have so much strength
to say goodbye
to you.

I knew
I couldn't keep hanging on
for your next words,
give more
benefit of the doubt
to you.

So I hung up.

And to this day I
die inside
thinking of everything
you might have said.

The Seed

Am I drawing lines
in the dark?
Has infection sparked
an untruth in my mind?

A seed planted,
not meant to blossom.

Fall From Grace

Your voice
before you became a God
had so much to say;
such pain,
such existence.

They couldn't even wait
until you died
to memorialize you.

Do you do it for them now?
Have they changed your art?
Can they change your mind? 

How will it play?
Who is this for?
What does this mean?

What does anyone mean
at all?

Staring down from
the tops of buildings
everyone can fall from grace.
But who had the grace to start?

Cycle of Guilt

Troublesome feelings
erode my
false sense of security
when you are near.

Need you closer maybe, but
don't really need you at all.

Just want you in my orbit
until the guilt creeps in
and destroys another good thing.

Dukkha

I'm in danger
my priestess,
forever cursed.

Sacrificed my light
to her,
lived on my knees.

Wash me clean,
please.

The Dance

The air you need
to burn:
I'd give my last breath.

Something in the way
you long to combust,
forge new gravity.

I wanna dance in your light,
be the heat you need
to put the fire out.

Lets carve our names,
leave a mark;
turn around
tear each other apart.

Disjointed

Out of the woodwork
I'm carved, fully expecting.

I can't climb this mountain alone
but she's one with the stone,
too cold to grasp.

My skin is cracked and broken
from the past;
never to heal,
never to forget.

She used to smell like dawn,
but now it's always a setting sun;
I can appreciate the symbology.

She's no enigma,
only rosy memories
finally unwrapped:

a less tidy package now.