Wednesday, February 18, 2015

Indeed

To find me in this room
To finish the deed
On the day that I was born
Indeed, Indeed

To find my lungs more clean
Feeling how I breathe
On the day that I'm set free
Indeed, Indeed

To find myself writing
Writing once again
On the day that I was born
Fitting, Indeed

And if I find myself ever
Falling hearts again
That day that I am born
Again, Indeed

Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Pocket Friend

Breathing slowly as the violins play
Awaiting the call of the matter today
Music drives into highs and lows
Beats I play out with my toes

If I had you in my pocket or in my ear
I would not be alone with you so near
Saying things that make me smile
No one knowing the reason why

Now though you are far far away
As my muse you are still in my space
These words they bask in your sun
Though they just want to make your heart run

Monday, February 16, 2015

Questions

All these questions in your head
Your head in my hands I cradle
With these thoughts I fall to bed
Would you and I be fatal?

Ignorance is bliss until you breathe
Open our eyes to see what's real
Dreams are great but we must feed
Our brains need as much as our hearts feel

Little wounds that cut on your heart
Tears fall as if they seek to soothe
Inevitable we would have had to start
Lean on me, I won't be rude

Of all the questions there is the one
On a day when discomfort wins
Shoots like a bullet from a gun
Revealing your empty tins

Question to which you know the answer
The answer is forever eternal
I love you even if we sever
Your heart in my hands I cradle

Monday, February 2, 2015

Ineffective Words

What do I write?
How do I take these feelings and run them through my word machine only to find out that the machine is broken.
As if you are every breath that I have ever taken and the thought to which I awaken.
I force myself to find new words to describe this only because I feel like I haven't done it justice yet. And I don't want to.
I want to spend the rest of my days trying and then just almost failing to get these words perfect.
There are so many ways in which you are beautiful but I sometimes decide to feel a little good about myself and say that the most beautiful thing about you is how you see me. For you are my mirror in so many ways, reflecting and echoing me except that you take me by surprise in your reflection of me.
I also hope that when you see your reflection in me that it is accurate in its depiction of supernovas and swirling galaxies spinning around and coming to a stop as time froze for that millisecond and then continued. This is how I feel when I see you, like I might never see something that makes me this happy again. That I would do anything to be the piece of cloth that drapes you.
So as you hit the road this morning, ask me for a reading, as I tell you ineffectively how much I love you once again.

Saturday, January 31, 2015

The Theory of Everything (almost)

Beyond the theory of relativity
Crossing the bonds of time
In your eyes I see family
In your eyes I see mine

This truth does not make sense
Orbit around this black hole
Not falling into the dense
Not falling into our home

To embrace and spin you around
I commit to my patience
Until under our feet the same ground
Until we can too dance

At a time when I loved my fort
Look how far we've come
Learning how to teleport
Yearning to share a sun

Friday, January 23, 2015

Song in the wind

In ways that I had given
Never expected the return
Then I heard her singin'
About how her heart burned

Heard it the first time
Then again a second
Before I wrote this rhyme
Third and fourth I gave in

Voice from far far away
A sound sent for me
Blame me not for how I sway
I know now how this feels

I know these words are read
They find eyes aquamarine
I know what the song meant
Your feelings are mine

Thursday, January 15, 2015

Breathing Clean

Like the air that blows softly,
She is stronger than she knows
Yet soft she is and heavenly,
Fonder this heart grows

On a whim to her I promise
To heal myself on whole
Childish hope of her kiss
The heart is beating bold

On my path to breathing clean
I have failed already twice
I now have renewed my steam
With the sound of her voice

Like the water that flows around me
She calms my spirits down
Yet power she is deadly
I cannot let her down