Thursday, June 27, 2013

"Rivers and Roads" by The Head and The Heart

A year from now we'll all be gone
All our friends will move away
And they're goin' to better places
But our friends will be gone away

Nothin' is as it has been
And I miss your face like hell
And I guess it's just as well
But I miss your face like hell

Been talkin' 'bout the way things change
And my family lives in a different state
If you don't know what to make of this
Then we will not relate
So if you don't know what to make of this
Then we will not relate

Rivers and roads
Rivers and roads
Rivers 'til I reach you

Monday, April 22, 2013

"Spaces"- A Poem


for some reason i always thought 
an artist couldn't breathe without

but you appeared and 
it's not much but it's a lot
to take in 
like small sharp 
breaths of fresh mountain air
and late night fluorescent 
and spaces between people 
that are now closed
the sun has a feeling now (instead of a 

you've mended everything
that i never thought needed to be 
sewn back together 

"Futons & Ladders"- A Poem

the downstairs smells like burnt toast and
black, runny
which means the day is already over
might as well leave my brain on the back porch 
to sunbathe 
and go for a walk halfway across the country

maybe I'll have lunch in a bar and 
instead of drinking i'll chew the shattered beer bottles
just so I can hear them inside me
making extensive amounts of noise without any repercussions 

then for the afternoon, i'll make a stranger teach me how to sew
patches unto my shorts, in a grungy way like in those sad movies
and i'll wear a humongous thimble the size of my body
only to protect me from being pricked by the outside world

when it gets dark i'll build a ladder large enough
to extend above the earth and while everyone is asleep
i'll eat a small bowl of raspberries and whipped cream
with a side of all the wishes made by young children while they 
doze off in their cloud-like, fairytale dreams
and the stars will form a nice glowing futon that will
cover my skin with a blanket of light 
as i sing myself to sleep

"Tender"- A Poem

and while my mother is bickering once again
about the clothes, the fabric, the anything she can find
I think about how everything is bigger and better
no one is ever less
making me feel like those ants I step on 
that I must now be forced to call my friends
the little worlds they pinch in and out of
in silence from the outside
in triumph from the inside 
I see the togetherness the world is lacking
I sit down on the ninety degree sidewalk
with my knees scraping the gritty surface
causing them to bleed
that day my blood was my tears 
and my mother still bickered in the background 
about the people, the morals, the society that's turned to dust

Saturday, February 2, 2013

"I Used To Be Good At Analogies"- A Poem

you took my heart and didn't even know it
like when 
i guess i can't find an analogy 
because you are one 

why is all i want to ask, why?
because we both know
only we do

and unsaid words ought to be the most
painful things
worse than drowning, worst is over
now it's just waiting
and dying of hope
that's the worst way to die, i think,
of (hope)

"Debate"- A Poem

When my eyes are fluttering
and I can hear the highways through my window
that's when I say the things I believe most
the things that make me scared of my own being
my own soul

but I don't think you should be afraid of me
i won't harm you
that much is not exactly said for myself, though

and I try to make it work, make
but nothing ever does.
nothing ever does sit nicely 
like worn history books on a shelf

things get thrown 
ruined, soiled
by other things
and these other things
are what keep me up when the moon is 
telling me secrets
and answers to my questions

I now realize that 
I'm playing a game of tug of war with my 
soul and

god knows who will win.