Thursday, November 27, 2008

The Hunchback of Notre Dame

Lights sing like crickets
So you only sit in the dark
And you pull away like racecars
Nobody can get you out
When you laugh, your voice cracks
Only because it's never pure
You may be like gold to me
But you cannot be pure

I watched you flail like a fish
On the end of a line and hook
But I could never keep you in
You just returned to where you were
And we moved so far forwards
But you always turned around
I can't keep up with your speeding thoughts
I couldn't then and I cannot now

I'll keep asking the same questions
Whys, and wheres, and hows?
I'll spend an eternity underneath
The things that weigh me down
No, I can't rid the ghosts that keep me down
There's always something that can keep me down

So I floated through an ocean
Surrendered to all I've met
And while they ran back and forth like a boomerang
I could never catch my breath
And when your lightbulb just went black
I counted the seconds down
Till you found something new
That you could be around

I'm treated like a time bomb
Something that expires
I can never keep you long enough
Before your eyes get tired

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

With Swarovski Intent

The first line started out well..I don't know what happened.

Through city stretch binoculars
Still wet with fingertips
I watched your old ghost climb through
Street cracks and hurried lips

Frantic pea-coated lovers cry
Combat boots too heavy to move
With perfectly embossed eyes
And hands with coffee mug grooves

I watched an old man drop his cane
From the top of a sky scraping world
Liberated from his ball and chain
And now unable to move

His paralyzed legs didn't worry him
Now his words moved like acrobats
Because he was far too young
To eat up what he had lacked

The window that had stared me down
Now fogged up it's own face
And billions of feet kiss their leader's heels
While I I daydream you and pace

The circumference of my eyes is filled with a ring
From peering through crystal glass
And my legs have been crossed and fallen asleep
Like every single person who has passed


:(

Sunday, November 23, 2008

Copper Underwater

You wished over my wish
Now the well sits so dry
The stone, and the rope
The bucket and it's eyes
While your sockets nap soundly
Your mouth, you're so coy
I guess we both turned around empty
You hoped that I was more

Your voice is so crisp
A ghost lives in your vertebrae
Last night it kissed my back
Can I tell you what it said?
You wouldn't get it, at first
But I'd let you have more time
To digest every sentence
With the skin of your teeth

I counted all of my gold
And pushed it in a velvet sack
Hoping fabric would dissolve it
And give me everything right back
But instead it turned my fingers
Purple with regret
And inside I was left with
Everything I'll never get

With you, you are greedy
But my gold counts as feelings
The spaces between fingertips
And the outline of your breathing
So let me earn everything back
I'll keep it around my feet
I'll let my love weigh me down
You can let it come back to me
Just let it come back to me.

Sunday, November 16, 2008

Waiting to win the lottery

You turned your speech into rocks
And threw them at my window
You caught my attention
But I couldn't seem to hold yours
While they picked up momentum,
They shattered what I had been holding
And within every piece that fell
I saw everything that's happened before

Like a leech, I'll latch on
To the comforts of your skin
Like a watch, you'll control me
Spinning in every direction

Next time I see you
I know your air will be much different
You won't smile like you used to
I can't guarantee that you'll listen
And when you retrace your steps back
To the place we know they came from
I know I will be where I was left
And you'll regain all that you were missing

Like a leech, I'll latch on
To the comforts of your skin
Like a watch, you'll control me
Spinning in every direction

And they're done, you're done, she's done, he's gone
I'm done, he's done, and now everybody's gone.

Tracing Your Body (nov 16)

I slurred my words through your tin-can phone
You missed the most important part
Because every syllable got tied up
Around the string that couldn't keep it apart
But I'll keep singing you your favorite sonnet
Pretend it is a work of art
Because to me, you are a work of art
Yes, you are a work of art

You buried your head in a castle made of pillows
As if you were trying to breathe it all in
Their thoughts that slept there, you'd eat them up
And you'd shut your eyes when they started to spin
I'll still write you songs for the hell of it
One day you may find it all out
I think it's best if you found it all out
No, I don't know if you'll figure it out

I keep wrapping my arms around things
That don't know how to stay
I know it's hard not to get tired
You know it's hard for me to be brave
So I'll trace around your body
And keep it deep in my memory
They'll stay deep in your memory
I hope you can remember me

Now I can see my breath
Form in clouds of white
Your seasons change
You were dark, you are light
And when this plays for you
I hope you hear it straight
Around the clinking glasses
Who wish to congratulate
You at your best
I hope you can be free
You are all the good things
That could never come from me.

Tuesday, November 11, 2008

Tell me how to be happy.

I am tired of the way
You are through every wire
I am tired of the faces
That all tower over me
I am tired of feeling
Like the dust on your winter jacket
I am tired of being
Everything I shouldn't be

I would've laid down bricks
Or I would've laid down my own bones
To build us each our own separate walls
Because I know you like to be alone
And to keep everybody out
From everything you keep in,
Don't hold yourself up
With all of your mood swings

You were brave when you were young
But I know your pupils bathe in fear
As you watch everything you've built up
Fall down, you're down again, I hear
I could wash away the scent
That keeps you tied so low to the ground
But you hold a stop sign to your left
That I don't know how to work around

So I'll wait outside your doorway
And buy into the lies from your welcome mat
Where so many soles have walked upon
And so many more have walked back
I might wait around forever
So I invite you to take your time
Figure out how you're going to take it all away
Pull every thread from your perfect crime

Monday, November 10, 2008

butterfly structure (nov.10)

Your sorrows sing sadly
From your broken golden trumpet
I can feel it when you play it
Through all melodies you've forgotten
So when you spit words on a canvas
Place them down symmetrically
So you can compare yourself
To what you are and what you see

You talk
And you melt
And you crumble
Once again
You sound
Like the notes
That I've wroteOnce again
I'm scared your eyes
Will lose place
And make you fall
Once again
So I'll try
To sit back
I know you'll
Let them win

Your accent holds cracks
You let them slip through your lips
Where they travel in every direction
Finding something new to grip
So when your draw your own body
Make it as ugly as it could be
Everyone will tell you different
About who you are and what you see

You talk
And you melt
And you crumble
Once again
You sound
Like the notes
That I've wrote
Once again
I'm scared your eyes
Will lose place
And make you fall
Once again
So I'll try
To sit back
I know you'll
Let them win

If you're eager then I'm broken
So pick where you'd like to stand
Pinpoint yourself onto a map
And that's where you will land

You talk
And you melt
And you crumble
Once again
You sound
Like the notes
That I've wrote
Once again
I'm scared your eyes
Will lose place
And make you fall
Once again
So I'll try
To sit back
I know you'll
Let them win

Friday, November 7, 2008

NOV 7th.

Fill up your doorway
Let your teeth sleep next to the corners
Of all you can hang on to
Before they whistle you away
Glue your eyes to every keyhole
Where you watch everything rock slowly
As the tarnished gold shakes up your bones
Everything will start to spin

When you can't walk up the stairs
Because of all the things that try and impair you
I'll keep you at the bottom
Until you know you could get back up
And if you can't drive to your doormat
Because of the scuffs your guests have left...
You can have my ears when you have have had enough

Cut your telephone cord
And rest your head beside the people
Who won't leave their feet in cement
Before they send you off to sea
Keep your feet from ever touching
The sand that sleeps underneath you
As you drift towards the borders
Of a land you cannot see

Stretch your eyes onto a bright light
Hoping your sockets could be inspired
Let them forget about you slowly
Then return yourself to me
I'll revive your broken fingertips
Damaged from holding on too long..
Bet that soon you'll be just where you ought to be

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

the art of construction (nov 5)

Your heart turned into cement
I can see it as it cracks
It travels from your ribcage
Down your uneven, arched up back

Their eyes have turned into tape
They stick to the soles of my feet
You stick to the muscles underneath my tongue
I stick to the person I know I can't be

I tied my ankles to a string
And lowered myself down and sang
About how this isn't what you wanted
About how this isn't what you needed
But when I was able to be raveled back into place
Into the alphabet I can so easily pick up
I returned to being the person who could waste
A day beside everything I can't figure out

You sat under a stone bridge
Thinking it might cure your loneliness
Let your echoes fill the cylinders
Made by the forgiving architect

Who crafted every contour
Hoping to inspire your graffiti poems
When he came to eat the magic you'd left
He was only greeted by your sorrows

Eyelids flicker underneath heavy clouds of rain
And the mirrors know that you're still not the same
So when you're circled with your reflection, tell yourself you haven't changed
From what you stamped on those lips in those unsuspecting ways

I tied my ankles to a string
And lowered myself down and sang
About how this isn't what you wanted
About how this isn't what you needed
But when I was able to be raveled back into place
Into the alphabet I can so easily pick up
I returned to being the person who could waste
A day beside everything I can't figure out

Monday, November 3, 2008

for fun (nov 3)

My eyes are like umbrellas
Rain makes them glassy and like crystals
My regrets fall down like droplets
You could catch them all in fistfuls

I'll open and close them slowly
Can I protect you from the weather?
Let me down slowly
I'm too weak not to tatter

Like a pyramid I can't scale
Your codes engraved too deep to see
I know nothing about myself
You know nothing about yourself
I'm too vague for even me

Did she tell you you're full of flaws?
Did he tie knots around your head?
Did the wallpaper peel when someone broke your heart?
I always say what you've already said

Rhyming makes me feel
Like I'm stirring these tires backwards
The yellow dotted line represents whats mine
And everything I can't account for

But if you choose to drift away
I won't follow you with this boat again
When you throw away what kept you afloat
I hope someone's taught you how to swim

I don't like this.

Saturday, November 1, 2008

nov.1

I'd like to set the world on fire
Turning every word into ash
Every minute, a spiraling monster
Of blacks and greys to get you back

I won't water down the oranges
Let the yellows surround your eyes
Let it burn every fingerprint you've left here
Don't ever let this die.


I'll sit with you when I can't feel my tongue
And when it comes back i hope that feeling is gone

I'd like to set my heart on fire
Then it won't act as my brain
Every flicker will let it be content
Every degree will rise, I hope you can change

I'll sit with you when I can't feel my tongue
And when it comes back i hope that feeling is gone

Minute hands will run out of breath
They'll let you be when you say its time
I cannot stand to see you feel like this
I won't let you stay to feel like this
And when the ribbons that tie you down
Let you walk away from this town
Don't let these footprints hold you up against the wall
Don't let these footprints hold you up against, the wall.

I'll sit with you when I can't feel my tongue
And when it comes back out I hope that feeling is gone
I said I hope what your feeling, will be gone.