The dream ( Read more... )

A little lost ( Read more... )

The stories end remains the same ( Read more... )

If Our story could be
Simple
The details, our dreams
The echo of a voice imagined
Real enough, real as rain
Simple and easy aren't the same
Love
And it is easy, dear
We are easy
Sliding into one another
Again, please
Again
Desire bleeds inspiration bleeds
Desire
Be inspired
Fuck simple

If you've something to say
Uncap your pen
In lyric, in prose,
In your ringing scrawl
Lefty loosey
Whether sneer or grin
Say it to her before the seams are too frayed
Scenes smearing, decayed
The smell on your memories
Fading
Too late? Never. Too heavy? Maybe.
Too true, more like, for that mouth
Warm and real as every whisper
Every shiver
Too true

So who are you, boy;
Who are we?
With pretenses abandoned
We all stand bare, naked
Answered
When he and she stand iris to iris
No pockets left for poetry
What will I find if I open
Your hand?

Her breath in her hands ( Read more... )

Lightning spiderwebs unique
Glorious and terrible
Our storms
Raging each exquisite moment
Each heartbeat
Washed clean
Why hide when
We can burst like stars
The fire we are made of
Regret buys nothing
Let passion be thy shelter
Thy solace
Never lost only searching
Through lightning

Trick of the light, at twilight, at dawn ( Read more... )

He wrote her a letter once
So many years ago
She never replied
Out loud
Her sorrow kept always
Unwritten
She loved him more than
Words