I write now not in metaphorical expression ( Read more... )

have you made that plate of dinner
or are you waiting for soemthing
to come across thats better
or will you just take whats give
or will you find something better
its how much you care
you know you'll be happy either way

hop away
little innoncent child
from the forgotten whims of neverworld

it may be love isn't your fantasy
it's not what you think
its not some silly passion
you feel inbetween blinks
its not everything perfect
its not whats in your head
it not just a feeling
its not an instinct but instead
its what I still live for
and its more than can be said
its all the friends you live for
plus the one with you in bed

laughing on the platform for hours
of the seconds I prolong
and what do I seek in this ever lasting onomonopeia?
All that I wish, All that I can, let me go, where I know,
laughing on the platform again

sound asleep the birds were hidden
aloft the forgotten homily
of mistaken wings, traversed thoughts she brings
more moments to awake a spree
where everything was magic
and every bird awoke to sound
and everything was happy again
with love and hope around

drip drip drip ( Read more... )

he doesnt know what he whispers ( Read more... )

things seem funny
on funny days
where the wind blows south
and blows in my mouth
sandy strays
of a forgotten torch
where I sit on my porch
and remember your beautiful ways
secrets of the hope
i say yes when I say nope
on funny days

the stores closes at seven
as I walk to the mall
unaware in the air
the lights shall fall

Young leads
stripe my tye dye soles
as I walk steps to promises unkept
thrown me in the laughter she stole

But when I dont say a word
and puncture last breaths I track
the love I see doesnt come to me
I cry as it will never come back