Here I am, staring at you as through a silkscreen, your
every blink, so unintended, unraveling me like the
ropes that bound us. You don't see me...
or do you? With those eyes that look right through me as
I reached for you with my
numb and clumsy grasp...

Nights like this, when I am standing
right at the doorstep of summer
and the stars are bravely
peeking through the big city smog,
I can look right up and see my
every heartbeat
in the constellations,
and I can feel the wind
drying up every ancient teardrop
to store for the morning's dew.

Songs you sang me such years past,
melodies I forgot millenia ago,
I ( Read more... )

Sometimes I dream about the night that you died
and I am pulling rose petals
out of my pockets
and singing and laughing
while you are gasping for air,
turning that color and
all I can think of is hydrangeas
and spring and
the way everything comes alive again and
the pollen flies through the wind and
on the backs of honeybees
to breathe life into something new ( Read more... )

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I can never, ever pick a favorite T&S song, but this one hits pretty hard. It's so simple, but lovely. And so, it wouldn't hurt you to watch the whole thing ;)

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I left you behind, last decade,
lost in the calendars of my youth:
never growing older,
never polluted by this
world you walked away from,
and I'm glad you can't see what's become
of everything we loved,
everything you loved in me.
You knew all my secrets,
but I wouldn't even meet your eyes
anymore.

I forget your birthdays now,
and I forget your voice,
but ( Read more... )

I don't usually do prefaces for my posts in here, but I feel like this one needs it, especially since it's an extremely personal and specific piece of writing. I'd feel really exposed just putting it out here without some sort of explanation, so here goes. I recently realized that I VERY rarely ever write nice, happy things when it comes to ( Read more... )

"Now I see just how young, how scared I was
Eyes closed tight, throwing punch after punch at the world"

That's not something I wrote, it's a Ray LaMontagne lyric, but it's here as a placeholder because I do actually have some new writing type stuff that I need to post at some point when I can put some thought behind it, and those lyrics fit my ( Read more... )

The sticky southern heat arrived suddenly that year ( Read more... )

When my guests are all asleep,
spent from a day of laughing, recollecting,
I creep into my secret room
to think of you as I touch the keys,
softly, like recesses of myself
time has forgotten.
I play the high notes first,
like the tinkling laughter we made
in those early days;
We were along for the ride, wherever the
wind blew.
My lungs were filled with you ( Read more... )

All those letters I wrote you
sat there rubber-banded,
piling up,
collecting dust
While you collected your thoughts somewhere
out of reach of my meager postage
And I lit a candle every day you were away
until all I had were piles of wax:
disfigured,
used up,
exhausted.
You left me so exhausted.

I have been writing a good bit again lately... trying to find ( Read more... )