I have yet to memorize your face

For I fear you'll catch me staring.

You've got a heart of gold.
Perhaps that's why you keep sinking.

I'm ready for a change,
So if I speak my mind,
This time I mean it.
I would rather be disappointed
By your reaction
Than hide my own.

My hands are shaky
but my will is stable.

Moving on means
going to something else,
which was what you
were supposed to be.

Birthday Song

Light a candle
Sing a song
You're closer to death
It won't be long

I'd twist my body
in whatever way
you wanted me to,
but that doesn't mean
I ever loved you.

I want your life
Turned around.
Instead of being
Buried in the ground.

The sun's shining,
Is that why you're crying?
'Cause it reminds you of home?

Even with the sun at your back
Your smile shines so brightly
Its brilliance brings
Tears to my eyes.

His suit was True Black
And his teeth True White
Anchorman by day
Sith Lord by night

You’ll realize
Everyone you love
Leaves,
Until the day you yourself
Must pack up
And go

She was every color of crazy
And she was beautiful to me.

How can it be
We understand each other
Deep down
But hardly know
What makes up our outer mind
And daily thoughts?

There’s a stiffness in your mouth,
When you move your lips to speak.
You seem unconscious of the way
Your brows draw together.
Your movements seem more tense,
But most of all,
I see it in your eyes,
Those crystal lakes that tell all.
Those eyes that stare out
See the world differently now.
They are older.
You are older.
The way you hold yourself,
It’s slightly more crushed.
The weight of expectations
Has pushed down upon you.
The burden that you carry
Hunches your shoulders
And makes your feet drag.
You are uncomfortable in this situation.
You are not happy here.
I can tell as I stare back at you.
Life could have been better,
You think,
But we all go in the end.

You’re the taste of bitter almonds
And a poison to the mind.
A toxic gas around the room
Causing currents that you’ll wind
-
To pull all others to your will.
It’s you acts alone in fact
That cause hurt and really kill.
Everyone can see that.
-
There has to be an antidote
Or some way to keep you out.
Dig a trench, fill a mote
So you cannot cross the ground.
-
You’re will’s not really good,
You think only of yourself.
You’ll spoil all the food.
You’re a danger to people’s health.

I was thinking
I could make tea
While you watered the plants inside
And the rain watered the others outside.
And then we could curl up
In soft blankets
In our cozy home library,
Reading all day long
With the steam rising off our cups
And speaking in hushed, soft voices.
The cat above our heads,
His long fur tail tickling the back of our necks,
Purring loudly,
Would reflect our contentment.
You could play your music,
And the sounds would drift down the stairs
And across the wooden halls.
We could sing together
And you could compose your tales
While you taught at the University.
I could tell you all about the weather
And it would never be small talk to us.
We could go hiking up the trails
That wound their way through the
Emerald City and the soft pale sky
Could not touch us.
Living would be easy.
Our motivation,
We could have reason like none other.
I was thinking
It could be us.

I am happy to have kept
Company with you
In that field of clover.

You hit the brakes
and the fear leaked out of me.
It's a good night for singing.

Sanguine faces
foretold the fall
of Rome.

I recently read
"Mistakes aren't always regrets."
Well it was a mistake
To love you.
And I'm glad I did.

Facing the river,
Facing the wind,
We faced our futures,
And were scared
Of what it had sent.
But breathing deep,
Holding the air in our lungs,
We said what we meant
By holding our tongues.

Sometimes my room
Feels more like a motel.
When my bed is made,
I should be leaving soon,
Or maybe just arriving.

Home, I’ve heard
Is where the heart is,
So babe, you’ll have
To cut me in two
‘Cause my home’s
Always with you.

Cold roast chicken
and cheap blackberry wine
for dinner on Tuesdays
all the time.

Of course we knew
Wizard, Waldo, Scroll
On every page,
But we still continued
To look for him.
Hoping he had moved,
Or perhaps searching for
The only constant in our lives.

Do you think we'll remember
this when we're old?
Will we know we were naive,
or just regret the loss
of it all?

The white bits of dust
that cling to each of the keys
remind me of the night it snowed
and no one saw but you and me.

These days
I’ve got two left feet.
And my mind’s stumbling,
Lips stuttering,
Heart fluttering,
Every time we meet
With your becoming ways.

It’s said good art
Never comes
From happiness.
So what
Does that make you?
My muse?

Why did we turn
Into scientists?
We were going to be
Lovers and painters,
Priests and picture-book makers,
Boat rowers,
Movie goers,
Avid,
Malleable,
Free.

Spokes spinning,
In the race against no one,
I’m winning.
Pedaling,
In the air I feel free.

My friends tell me
I have an obsession.
I tell them
I have patience.
<3

I’m waiting for the catharsis
That doesn’t come.
The dried salt cracks
When I move my face,
Reminding me, as it
Leaves its trace,
Of what I wouldn’t be.

It's funny darling

how when we have 

nothing to say,

it's the most audible

thing in the room.

Oh yes it does matter
What you say,
And what you think,
And the reason for
That look on your face.

I've got no more goals
and forgotten all my dreams
when you're around.
I just don't know
if that's a bad thing.

I’m saving all my pennies
So I could spend a day with you.
I hope you’ll go along
To spend it with me too.