I’ll meet you in Lincoln
She said
     With a mouth full of smoke and a slim in her hand

I’ll meet you in Lincoln
Where we wait for spring and settle for winter
Where lightning cases the sky and burns the air

I’ll meet you in Lincoln
With winding roads and backlit skies
Guiding impatient businessmen to work
And housewives to unrest
Where the morning sun ( Read more... )

Sleep is easier if you try
And writing comes quickly if you lie
And oh, believe that I’m full of both
             Lies and stories, less sleep
Words that run from my brain to the nerves in my finger tips, telling me to

Jump.

The murmur of the radiator sings sweet solace to my solitude
When did my headphones become
My Bible?
And your touch, my embattled ( Read more... )

Oh uncertainty,
How you cling to me like sea lettuce to shallow rocks
nestled at the bottom of the sea

How you speak to me in languages I haven’t bothered to learn
And maps I cannot read, landmarks I’ve ignored to try to navigate on my own

Uncertainity,
You are the homecoming date trying to pin a corsage
 without her dad murdering you with his eyes
The ( Read more... )

Baby, when we look back on the time we spent together
and the nights spent creating a meaningful existence of you-and-me
the handholding days of uncertainty pushed to the side
the weeks of wonder and wanderlust, the sweet security of yours being mine
the movies and lip locks, the cheap distractions
of wondering if this is going to work and the
time spent ( Read more... )

When you asked us here tonight I didn’t think things would end this way. You’re an ocean of regrets, and I, a passerby caught in the riptide of things that could have been.

Your bullshit is my reality.

I think it took me awhile to realize that I wouldn’t be leaving at the designated ending time, but when I did I settled in for the long haul and hung ( Read more... )

I don’t know. I don’t know ( Read more... )

You’re broken glass floating in the ocean
Sending dead scrolls out to sea
And I dive around trying to piece you back together
so nobody can read what I was really trying to say

And every time this happens I catch my breath for a few seconds,
give it a second thought and sink to the bottom again amidst the phosphor and
lumen and plankton beds
that turn ( Read more... )

At two three four the world surely sleeps
And I like to lay awake reading notes left upon the ruins of our walls,
Counting post-it declarations of affection and inked-in threats of annihilation
running from green felt tip to that of more permanent variety.

You’re a mistake I would like to make again.  

Some of us (Marie, Danielle, Dan, Ayden, Me) were talking the other night about albums that had the most influence on us over the years. Albums that shaped what music we listen to now, or just albums we still listen to all the time today. Weirdly, all five of us, different styles and different tastes, all cited Neutral Milk Hotel's In the Aeroplane ( Read more... )

response to max 2

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I don’t know. I don’t know.
I DON’T KNOW
(Said it three times for good measure.)
In this part of my life I edit more than my thesis statements
while still trying to make a statement in a sea full of blue haired sirens
and inked skinned fisherman looking for their bait-and-mate
and I realize before it’s too ( Read more... )