the way you love her
the way your words
roll of your
tongue..
that dance
touches the
teeth,
my human
body, she
seems to wrap
herself around.
finds a space...
the shape your
eyes make when you
smile
....
those teeth.
to say i'd steal
them on a rainy day
is an understatement
to say i love you
isn't a lie
but the truth is
goddamn
you make my eyes
cry
tears made of joy, made of melons.
you make me feel like a little kid
again
the way you move my hair,
your fingertips,
slip
just to outline
my lips
watching as my heart
drips....
slowly
.... like honey
Wednesday
Tuesday
The Head and The Heart - "Rivers & Roads" (The Doe Bay Sessions)
ohh rivers and roads
rivers til i reach you<3
march 23, 2020
singing to soothe
the thorns that
soon begin to
stick to my sins
i can lick this knife
all i want-
but do i
really care?
bleed the blood-
cry my tears-
you taught me
to have no fears.
you have my soul
my soul has become weak
shaking in the summer's sun-
i ask of you nothing but this one...
love this soul, pure.
as for she has seen
more than you know
take for granted
not even the air
we share
she can stop
time
& she will kill you.
singing to soothe
the thorns that
soon begin to
i can lick this knife
all i want-
but do i
really care?
bleed the blood-
cry my tears-
you taught me
to have no fears.
you have my soul
my soul has become weak
shaking in the summer's sun-
i ask of you nothing but this one...
love this soul, pure.
as for she has seen
more than you know
take for granted
not even the air
we share
she can stop
time
& she will kill you.
by allowing the tides
of time to
wash up
old memories
of mine
The shore – scattered
With pieces
of me and
pieces of you
Old spoons -
old versions of you
for the days turn to dust when
we go our own ways
I must read the truth to the
water ….
I stand up and I scream
“because of you,
i am finally in love
with me”
as you hold me
and shower me in gold
only home when you are near.
With you by my side
My eyes hold yours
As our bodies race
To the shore
Holding your hand-
Toes in the sand
We look up.
Painting blues in my mind
You brought the sun-
Soaking up the sea salt
our hair-
laying down next
To me-
Hold our fingers to the sky
You gently pick stars for me &
I place them in my pocket
I ask,
“how do we get up there?
Because that’s where I want to be
With you”
but did you really
die?
showed up at your
funeral
hoping to love you
one last
time...
while the skeletons
begin
the service, the
Sun comes
out to drain the
Crow’s
Soul.
Only for the sky
to
Turn a grey kind
of black
..nothing reminds me of love
Like the eyes
sinking into your face...
BLACK but not cold.
Worrying about something
we can’t change seems
like such a shame, such a waste.
Time can’t be
bought
Nor given
everybody dies.
When your brother
tries to save your soul
He brings hundred
dollar bills, to wrap
your heart whole
The stream is a nice place
To place my thoughts
For the day has just begun
When there is no noise
When the birds don’t sing
Who will find the end?
How can we determine love
If there is none in this room?
Don’t get me wrong,
I am no magician, but the
Light that fills my
Soul, when your
Eyes make my heart melt
Into a galaxy of
the UNKNOWN.
FULL to the top, touch the trees
And their leaves
Take time to breathe, for
Nothing is bad
……yet.
Touch my brain
With a hot
Needle
Take the wisdom
Out of these
Teeth
You don’t
Belong here
Anymore
When you
Transform, you
Shed your skin.
Let go of the old
Let in the older.
When the world
Becomes what you
Want it, what you
MAKE IT.
Change is beautiful
For the wait
Doesn’t count,
For what’s to come
Is precious and
More pure than
The sun dancing
On the river
Going downstream
Sunday
i miss the way your teeth
felt
i miss the way your smile
would just melt my
body away
i miss the way your
dreams felt, when i held them
when you were crying
in the middle of july
i had to keep you alive
when we would
dance in the rain like
no one could care
i miss the way you made
me feel before the
ocean swallowed this
breeze.
read me books to sleep
watch my soul
rest, while the harp
plays, while memories
record, while memories
rewind,
take the sunshine
take the sunshine
rewind, into a time
where we existed
where we used to love
now that the
funeral is over and
everyone went home
you have nothing to
show.....
instead of worrying about
the
others....worry about
yourFUCKINself.
want to be happy
stay sweet
like the nights
that hide in between
the
dusk
in between the
dust, where we
used to make love
take the nectar
from my mouth
take the nectar
sweeter than the juice
that drips from
your chin, where you keep your sins
before dinner and after
the napkins fold,
we can make love again
but let the crumbs hold
us,
SWEET
can't take the
heat
in between
MAY
and JULY
like ears melting
like sunsets
driving into
oblivion
when the rain
can't touch our skin
because the months
let the BUGS in
and now
we can't fly
wings that stick together
like the morning dew
right before the birds wake
when the world ends
the sky will fall and we
can finally hold the
stars
together
Friday
Seems that I have been held, in some dreaming state
A tourist in the waking world, never quite awake
No kiss, no gentle word could wake me from this slumber
Until I realize that it was you who held me under
A tourist in the waking world, never quite awake
No kiss, no gentle word could wake me from this slumber
Until I realize that it was you who held me under
Felt it in my fist, in my feet, in the hollows of my eyelids
Shaking through my skull, through my spine and down through my ribs
Shaking through my skull, through my spine and down through my ribs
No more dreaming of the dead as if death itself was undone
No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden
No more calling like a crow for a boy, for a body in the garden
florence is fckn god
I can’t seem to find my smile
Lost between years
Of silence
Between the
harps that play
With the butterfly wings
I can’t seem to find my mind
With the weather
Changing,
like the waves
Of the ocean
BREATHING
I can’t seem to find
East from North and
South from West
I know the heart inside
Is warm
But I need a fire
For my soul
Has been frozen
For centuries
Like flowers that can’t grow
tell me the time
A bookcase full of books
Full of notebooks
Filled with lies and scribbles
Nights of drinking and drowning
When the light won’t turn on
I can’t seem to find sense
Make a definition of
Something of this
With the lemons
Only tea can
Taste sweeter
But if the rain
Can’t stop
And the
-
Moon can’t shine
Who will be there to
hold my
Hand
?
Something so dark
Living inside
sinking...
all my might
When nothing
Is weaker
Than a river
In winter
I can’t tell
Which way
Is back home
When the
Whisper of the
Wind sings me
To sleep
Let only the
Dreams in
For nightmares
Have been
The only thing
I can dream of
-
Take a turn for
The dead
roses
That lay in my palm
Catch flame
from the fire
ignite
my
black soul
a crow,
i trust, to
hold
my secrets.
Thursday
Monday
To me,
perfection is the
Light in your eyes
The light from your soul
That makes my body whole
When we are in the room
Together
Perfection is your smile
And the way it holds your
Teeth in place: perfectly
I can’t help but dream of
Your eyes,
A place I find myself
Swimming in
A place I find myself
Living in
Perfection is the love
You give me
No matter what
(never forget) 7.
Watching the ocean set in your eyes
My heart
Melting into oblivion (smell
of salt in the air)
Shells hold us
while we fall asleep
Into the afternoon sky-
I can’t help but find your hand
as my body
begins to fall
with the wind...
Below the ocean floor-
With
you the smell
Of the sea
Takes me to
a place i can call
home.
A place we will
share for eternity-
While my life evaporates in front
Of me- time offers a different
Version of me: the old me
Opportunities set me
F R E E, even when the timing
seems silly-
The moon
is telling me,
“go with what happens as you are
Present in the
moment”
The afternoon rushes in,
S l o w l y.
Friday
I am a terrible person I have
sinned
I took the deer from the
woods and I
Hide them
In
months we
Call summer, when the moon
never
Sets.
I am a terrible person, I have
sinned
I stole love from the man
who writes
The daily newspaper.
I drank from the fountain of
life
Even when my mom cried me
“no”
Can’t eat what you don’t
Have until your
Feet break or your
Teeth itch
Give me a week