note #73

gas in water
like fingers
in tendrils flows
believe me
beloved
i was the only thing left
when the water drained out.

note #72

oh babe, what do you say
i took out my heart today
and let it bleed away
all those ruby drops
of precious hate
i'm the girl
that they'd love to claim
would ruin boys in youth's embrace
we ran stone walls
at the ocean's side
and defaced old photos of you
i kissed other boys to prove
false love
but the untruth became true
burned bridges
salt tears
stained skirt hems
with mud
to my elbows and knees
i birthed a world
beneath my shoes
in graveyards
swamps and fields
we ran as far as we could go
threw epitaphs into the breeze
and slowly found our way
home
in soiled sheets
i lost my wings
and the final traces
of you.

note #71

Higher than the trees
But farther from the shore
We go on
Lost behind the stars
Yet left sitting on the lawn
We go on
Drifting through the waves
Our feet solid on the ground
We go on
Loving everything
We sing as we go along
"We go on, we go on."

note #70

life's a joke, so run with it!

note #69

We all live in this city though we never really know it. The city has a life of its own. It breathes and pulses beneath us, around us, through us. Each of us experience it differently, but never fully. To each of us it shows a different face. The city never sleeps. It is always restless, always scheming. Through eyes we never see it constantly watches us. In buildings, streets and alleyways it always knows what we're doing. In our darkest dreams it creeps. The city rules us, who think it ruled by men. We created this thing. This living being of steel and concrete, brick and mortar, bones and trash.

note #68

people think they know you, but pictures reveal they don't. pictures reveal a beautiful you no one can ever find.

note #67

let the music flow within
strumming deep as sin
fill the spaces between
with silence like a scream
fill up, full up
breathe out, breathe in
feel it echo
a deep down ricochet
of bass
guitar
honeyed musical whims
dark dreams
sweet things
golden tones on gossamer vocal wings
flawed but perfect beings
wet your lips and whisper
"i'm ready."