.you're afraidto let anyonestoke the firein your chestfor fearyou will burnthem alive
.death has a wayof assuring youthat he is youronly friend;he's the onlyone that willstay with youwhenever youreach the end
.spillyour emotion,or drownin it
.when we talkwe use our wordslike grenades;you roll them outand they land at my feet,i either choose to throwthem back,or choose to run
.some thoughts get so loud thatyou cry out for them to leave;they scatter like birds startledout of their trees, before landingagain where they wereand after a while,you just have tolet them sing
.and like a stone atthe bottom of the riveror the sea,i think life might just beflowing right past me
.there's no pointin leaving the chrysalisif you've gotno desire to fly
.does a weedever wonderwhy it isn'ta flowerdoes a treeever feel likeits roots areholding itdown
.love like thunder;make yourself known
.i’ll spendmy wholelife playingdead sothat itleaves mewell alone
.you’ve gota lioninside,a heartfull ofpride,and you’renot lettinghim roar
.i wantto know about god,which namehe would prefer to go byi want to knowabout the stairwayup to heaven,and why sliding downthe bannister into hellis much more fun(think i tried to climb a step that wasn't there, think i might have died more than once)
.i keep wearingmy skinlike an old wornjacket and jeans,stitchedover andover again
.some people are deadlong before they die -there's just no burialor cremation,no funeralfor the spirit
.some people witherwith love;others bloom
.you break freefrom the grip ofthe oceanjust to die inthe arms of the shorefrom exhaustion
.if thesewalls couldtalkthen i'm surethey'd bescreamingget out,burn usdown,we can'tbearto hold youanylonger(been too busy dreaming to get any sleep)
.what doesn't kill youcomes back with something strongerto finish the job
Candle WaxYou meltmy heartlike candle wax,but I'm afraidover timeI'll getburnt.
InsomniacI am the sunand youare the moon:my tidal-wavetearsare controlledby youSo when it's 2amin the middle of the night,I know whyI can'tsleep tight.
-she knew he was a grave, but she buried herself in him anyway.
fourdo not wish upona star, the starsare dead; the skyis filled with corpses
Wave goodbyeThe stars haven't faded;they aren’t yet dead.They’ll continue to burnand will never dieuntil you tear themfrom the sky.
Barb WireYour barb-wired brainwon't let me in,and I'm getting cuttrying to jumpthe fence.
This isn't the type of love that deserves poetryThis isn't the type of lovethat deserves poetry, Its loveborn out of an inabilityto survive alone,Its affectionborn from a necessityto believe in a lieI'll continue to whisperin your ear each night."I'll protect you"...A lie neither of us believeand neither of us disputefor fear of losing our only tetherto this decrepit existencethat we both fear so much...this love isn't romanticnor is it confrontationalits not comfortingnor is it disturbing,It's merely theresinking beside usin the sea of life ,that's gently drowning us,reminding us that togetherwe can almost breathe.
...and everytime i flipthroughthese empty pages,alli can seeare the blankstares glaringbackat me.[i have nothing to say .]
you stoleyou are smoke,blackened feathers,and I forgethow the mockingbirdused to sing.please,I forgethow to miss someone.you left warm spots in me,familiar dents and puckersnow empty.nothing holds my eyes in place.they roll from one end of my skullto the other,rattling.I don't want to seea world without you in it.you let this place hollow outand dry like infinite droughts.youlet meburn.the years age me,and I don't know who I amanymore.I only remember you,but I forget that you are gone.
.we are allstrayssearching forhomes ineach other