Like a ton of bricks Like a waterfall Like an avalanche Just say the word I gather my dry heart Like sticks primed for the kindling I pray there will be sparks I wish you'd see me different I hold this torch and hope That it casts me in a better light Worth a chance or just a try Worth making an offer I bite my lip the thousandth time Your beauty still unfathomable I hold my tongue in spite Of the way you make my brain light up Of the fire you might yet ignite Of the shadow w

I just listen to the wind These old and tired branches Calling through the trees A whispering in my bones I call that quiet cold my home That soft but bitter Winter breeze That silent Earth Lying, still, beneath Peaceful, unperturbed Belly fat and distended Full of tired words Exhaustion as I'm bended Mouth all full of briers Words all caught with barbs Wishing to be lovers Praying despite my tongue Mistakes that drown in tidal pools Washing away with bitter water With revere

It can sometimes feel like the fire is going out. Run down. Lost. The world has no passion or color left in it. It's all been worn down by cynicism, nihilism, stoicism and apathy. We're afraid to feel. Afraid to fall in love. Afraid of vulnerability. And so our humanity is seen as a liability and our emotions seen as faults. But, if you ask me, that just ain't right... Luminous Threads Dead set on moving to sunset Shadows inset and moving under covers Bleeding colors out into

My Heart is Always Rushing It would be more painful to forget More empty to regret Already holding them close Held tight like petals pressed Shadows launching lengthwise But wiser men have always said To pick the flowers from the dirt And ne'er e'er rush in But my heart is always rushing The light from your eyes reaches mine Already like gravity I'm fallen A single spark, a tiny light I could be turned by one electron For you I'd settle on a spin Solidified if a bit particula

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She was the first thought. Waking. Walking in the void. Image or idol or maybe a whisper. Voices. A melody across the deep. And so he dreamt the world. Orbit. He set the stars to spinning. Galaxies flashed like neurons. Beauty. Nova blossoms blooming. And so the emptiness was filled up. Earth. The rocks, the rivers, rain. Oceans against the shoreline. Thunder. Echoes of a sudden flame. Promethean the spark was made. Life. A breath beneath the waters. Splinters of light

Violins And out from under Instruments Of droning thunder While I wonder Piling blunders Windows vacant Hungry hollows Vanished or vanquished Banished and sanguine Outward I'm wasting Inward still waiting I came out into the miasma of that great city Seeing the remnants blocking roadways A million mouths left wanting Cut off and left for dead The ruddy sky alive with ash A smoke that lingers here forever Walking circles down lonely paths Wishing I could find you here Overturn

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Fail to Hate Devoured in vines Skies clad in iron Roses like wires Rusted but still bolted down Neglected aches Still stitches for days...

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Mist Taken A wisp and nothing else Filled up with regrets Fretting with the best of them Melancholy and cut off Shelves all filled the...

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