we are most alive in dreams

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i want this again, to feel the cold air in my lungs fighting quietly against the feeling of emptiness that snow cuts my shoes to pieces and ribbons leaving bloody footprints find my way home nose to the ground i’ve had no sleep for days eating less and less like somehow it will help you find your way home but i’ll be alone there holding only my intentions to keep you around next time i’ll fight a little louder

i want this again, to feel

the cold air in my lungs

fighting quietly against

the feeling of emptiness

that snow cuts my shoes

to pieces and ribbons

leaving bloody footprints

find my way home

nose to the ground

i’ve had no sleep for days

eating less and less like

somehow it will help

you find your way home

but i’ll be alone there

holding only my

intentions to keep you around

next time i’ll fight a little louder

all of a sudden,cascading cadencesascend arrogantly andrapidly reducefading faux pasoh, how i long forthose sweet wordskissing my left earout the other ear you were righti was never good atloving you then,immaculate emotionssquander silently, andpiercing perfectly themonotone mutilationsof guilti question thatof your authoritywhen do you standbefore me to answerfor yourself? andyourself only? you were righti was never goodat loving you but unlike you, i tried

all of a sudden,
cascading cadences
ascend arrogantly and
rapidly reduce
fading faux pas
oh, how i long for
those sweet words
kissing my left ear
out the other ear

you were right
i was never good at
loving you

then,
immaculate emotions
squander silently, and
piercing perfectly the
monotone mutilations
of guilt
i question that
of your authority
when do you stand
before me to answer
for yourself? and
yourself only?

you were right
i was never good
at loving you

but unlike you, i tried

5.5.2010 You sure looked beautifulThat night we sat on my patioTrees pushed back and forthBats played connect the dotsEach rising star, their guideAqua twilightFading inhibitionsFinally,     your hand drifts to mineGoosebumps,     push up and down my spine I can’t remember the last timeI felt so at home Please don’t goTonight will be more than worth your timeWe can drive f o r e v e rTil we find what we’re looking for Beads of sweat stick to your neckand I feel like a vampireYour eyes light upThe air escapes my lungsI try to speak, butThe words never come Please don’t leaveTonight is more than worth my timeWe can walk f o r e v e rTil we find what we’re looking for

5.5.2010

You sure looked beautiful
That night we sat on my patio
Trees pushed back and forth
Bats played connect the dots
Each rising star, their guide
Aqua twilight
Fading inhibitions
Finally,
     your hand drifts to mine
Goosebumps,
     push up and down my spine

I can’t remember the last time
I felt so at home

Please don’t go
Tonight will be more than worth your time
We can drive f o r e v e r
Til we find what we’re looking for

Beads of sweat stick to your neck
and I feel like a vampire
Your eyes light up
The air escapes my lungs
I try to speak, but
The words never come

Please don’t leave
Tonight is more than worth my time
We can walk f o r e v e r
Til we find what we’re looking for

fire licks memoriesclean from my mind i forget where i wasthat night you said“i love you                 (when i’m not involved)”and i said, lovingly“who are you?” ink shaped nightholds me closerthan you ever did i took down all of your pictures and put them by the fireplace (neatly) the next time i need                  (you) to keep warm i’ll be burning you alive

fire licks memories
clean from my mind

i forget where i was
that night you said
“i love you                 (when i’m not involved)”
and i said, lovingly
“who are you?”

ink shaped night
holds me closer
than you ever did

i took down all
of your pictures
and put them by
the fireplace (neatly)
the next time i need                  (you)
to keep warm
i’ll be burning you alive

i think you’re beautiful when you liethose words seepingfrom those lipsi can’t help but melt myselfinto a heartyou can wear around your neck i am a trophyi am a notchi am a fool i bet you’re beautiful when you lienext to himcovers cover your masked facewho sees the real you?my heart or his bed? i am a memoryi am a jesteri am a ______  (no, no, go ahead i insist.) i say, “you’re beautiful when you lie”piano keys split your lipsmouth belching smokeheart pumping battery acidfactory of lies i am not suprised i know you’re beautiful when you lieat the bottomof the grave you dug for yourselfi’ll throw the first shovel full(no, no, i insist)

i think you’re beautiful when you lie
those words seeping
from those lips
i can’t help but melt myself
into a heart
you can wear around your neck

i am a trophy
i am a notch
i am a fool

i bet you’re beautiful when you lie
next to him
covers cover your masked face
who sees the real you?
my heart or his bed?

i am a memory
i am a jester
i am a ______  (no, no, go ahead i insist.)

i say, “you’re beautiful when you lie”
piano keys split your lips
mouth belching smoke
heart pumping battery acid
factory of lies

i am not suprised

i know you’re beautiful when you lie
at the bottom
of the grave you dug for yourself
i’ll throw the first shovel full
(no, no, i insist)

a long time ago while this feeling is still freshin my mindlike strawberry jamor a sprig of thymei feel i should tell you my storysteel birds took flightand i could feel this was going to be foreveri think we both hung our headsas i held your handand you held my heart this time apartno, it just won’t doso i’ll write letters and songsto pass my time alone but i hope it won’t be longtil the rain kissesboth of our lips can you feel it too?

a long time ago

while this feeling is still fresh
in my mind
like strawberry jam
or a sprig of thyme
i feel i should tell you my story
steel birds took flight
and i could feel
this was going to be forever
i think we both hung our heads
as i held your hand
and you held my heart

this time apart
no, it just won’t do
so i’ll write letters and songs
to pass my time alone

but i hope it won’t be long
til the rain kisses
both of our lips

can you feel it too?

inspiration takes many formsbut none so beautiful as youquickly queuing masquerading instanceswhen you touched mein ways as profoundas this that soft tune playsoff of your gentle frameand i faint

inspiration takes many forms
but none so beautiful as you
quickly queuing
masquerading instances
when you touched me
in ways as profound
as this

that soft tune plays
off of your gentle frame
and i faint