Words into Waves

I’m always falling, at first brushI sit in a quiet room and wait adequately – float away from me, white and light;you can escape this burrow you once embedded yourself in;in a grasping moment, we refine who we define,we’ve been slipping into ice, so cold, so hot, so long; your eyes lose me in their…

Nothing like you;Avoid these whites, the lies you say,Roll across your face. If you think I am no one,If you don’t care about who I am –Then walk away Willingly I want to corrupt your broken life, give you meaning to live Save you from the stars,Get you closer to the seas,You’ll know it’s honestly,…

In this land, we’ve been given the rights to believe in the same things; and outcasted if beliefs aren’t such –Just like loveOr the road home,Someone wants you to be wrong;The passion driven from their eyes, impale us;How strong can we be?Out there, someone like me needs a mess like you;A mandate steals us tonight,…

LooselyI’ll base jump with you around my necklets see how far down you let me go before you stop me in my tracksthe subway drove us up to the sedan,we rode through these streets on benches and rails,you lied about everything,so you get the rope;a bottle of poison and the electric chair;you think I like…

(original written in 2006)– the multiple interpretations of the title on its own gives me reason to write this. For my love; Oh how loved they were,And so swiftly they were brushed away You quickly left; with nothing but a cupThese past affairs and broken homes,No one lives here, as we buried souls under our…

Oh I’ve been dragged out here,Two holsters with your demise awaiting,Oh how glorious it could’ve been, had you opened draw,Welcome to the west, where the sand is hot and awaits this bloodshed,A fever to believe, with blood rushing our head,A few and far between,Honestly, I’m throwing in the towel, filled with the sweat from our…

Sitting, corners on backWe lie when we lay,Face downWe call it pillow talk, I call you My nights end with the sunIf its off you seek, there are needles feeding these veins, heroYou want sleek with the textureless friction between us and broken bottlesShouting out fictions, I’ve hated you since the day I walked into…

If I’ve lost my touch with words, These unique riddles then will hardly suffice, If in the pretext I presume that you’ve counted the minutes away,I relapse into this pile of drugs, to relieve myself from missing the young face I see once a weekYou can hide but never run, so far away I’ve finally…

ForcefulLimpBrokenFixed FlightlessFightlessStrainingRestraining; We walk with our heads pointed to the ground, and our feet to the sky;The luminous night sky, our favorite conflict –We could have been someone else, had it been those paths, where we were crushed. It’s a long, sad story how we came to be, with ghosts we never knew;How long our…