A Midnight Thought

My roadkill heart

messy eyes

i love you

my soul's undressed

fingers like vines

your dagger smile

i love you

A long time ago in anger he told me, you don't have to like it.

I don't.

beautiful sunlight on vanilla snow is just an impression you know

i've got a bucket of stardust
i've got dreams to share
we can start so slow so slow
press against me
see where we go

timid smile
honey on my lips
take a sip
gentle gentle gently
fill gaps i can't see
quiet quiet quietly

shooting stars flew
five overhead and i remember you
under a sullen January moon
orange on the horizon and drifting over town
tossing shadows around me
quiet quiet quietly
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Life's a riot sometimes. Like when you're sitting in the car in the cold with breath misting quiet air. You just wanna throw your whole life out there in a rush, a stone in the well, but you don't.
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I would write more, but I am just not feeling it. The words are all so forgettable to me. The spark is missing. That little snap of life that warms you forever or burns you down.
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A new year started and I need to get my head back in it. Gotta dust off the sadness and pry my soul free.

For You

i love you, no matter what happens

and you’ve always been right

about our life 

the snow 

the sunrise

good things that fall apart

you say i’ve gotta grow up

bloodshot eyes 

i'm coming unglued

whatever happens, i love you

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I got a debt i can't pay

he loves me so much

he's crying at me

just being myself

but not enough

i got this debt i can't pay

says i don't kiss him anymore

and doom at my door

got this debt that's so heavy

i think i'm afraid

dull eyes and tired face 

so am i, he tells me

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sometimes things gotta change

water to ice

clouds to rain

things don't always stay the same

i feel it coming

such a slow tide

sometimes things gotta change

smoke to fire

dusk to black

things we got don't always remain

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We were swaying on our feet and holding hands yesterday

my head against your chin

you looked so happy, she said, you really did
then our coffee came and she stirred hers up
started talking about her hair

i am wondering how long it will last
you know, the lightning inside
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an early sinking sun caught my eye
cherry red and fading

i set my wishes on a rippling December river washing away
things have stopped making sense to me

a new year and a fresh chance to dream
and i will

Now And Then

Honey tongue and hungry eyes

carve me

arms wide i am waiting and waiting

scar me 

shooting star on the night

kisses like sunrise stain me

but a banshee wind whips

doubt crashes in while her cold hair flies wild and white

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we shattered

again and again and again

over forgotten things 

a cold fireplace

separate chairs

buds that never bloomed

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I am just not feeling it lately. But i know the slamming heartbeat and shining eyes. The vibrant stuff of life. 

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The realtor couldn't unlock the box. Tired of crunching through the snow, I offered to slip through a window. Slip I did as I pushed feet-first through a missing pane of glass. 

The house immediately lost the appeal I had heaped on it -- a big bright room for a photo studio, stone foundation, rustic woods all around, a beautiful fireplace.

One Internet picture after another drew a pretty scene of a cottage in the woods. The whole thing all together as I wandered from one inexplicable space to another, was a stupid mess. Crunching back to the Bronco I felt my mood crashing. There was no way I could breathe a spec of life into this daydream.

That Telephone I Threw At You Wasn't Fair

I saw the lake's early shine through bare trees.

sunlight on glass

day breaking 

ripples crashing

caramel on water

i sat in a cold basement alone

breath misting

i knew what you meant to me

i'm breaking

glass promises

sticky dreams

you're gone

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That telephone I threw at you wasn't fair

i'm sorry

but love, it's on its own ticker

and anger

like sunsets or a shrinking moon

is there

and not always fair

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He died tonight crossing Main Street

can I fly at the swollen moon

can i smash it

brittle shards slice my feet

sparks of dying light remind me

to regret

the moon hangs full

a boy and the landscape are dead