Saturday, March 30, 2013

If I'm Gonna Fall In Love-A Rocket to the Moon

I'm gonna take my time
Making sure that the feeling's right
Instead of staying up all night
Wondering where you are

Miles and miles away
In a town, in another state
I wanna know if you just can take
The thought of us apart

If I'm gonna fall in love
There's gotta be more than just enough
I gotta get that old feeling
I gotta get that old high

I come from an empty town
Far away from the city sound
I like to settle down some day
I need to know your past
Something that'll take you back
Cause I want a girl like that one day

If I'm gonna fall in love
There's gotta be more than just enough
I gotta get that old feeling
I gotta get that old high

You got a love to own
Gotta live life like a rolling stone
I gotta get that old feeling
I gotta get that old high

If I'm gonna fall in love

I can't stop wondering why
They take us to a longer time
Maybe I should just let go
But baby all I know

Is I'm gonna fall in love
Some day, some way you'll show up
I'm gonna get that old feeling
I'm gonna get that old high

If I'm gonna fall in love
There's gotta be more than just enough
I gotta get that old feeling
I gotta get that old high

You got a love to own
Gotta live life like a rolling stone
I gotta get that old feeling
I gotta get that old high

(I gotta get that old feeling)
(I gotta get that old high)
If I'm gonna fall in love
(I gotta get that old feeling)
(I gotta get that old high)
I gotta get that old high
(I gotta get that old feeling)
(I gotta get that old high)
I gotta get that old high
(I gotta get that old feeling)
(I gotta get that old high)
If I'm gonna fall in love

Friday, March 29, 2013

Envelop(e)


Like infinite particles, dancing in the air
your eyes pass through me.

I sing to the silent music—although you wouldn’t know it.
I cry with the skies—trying hard not to show it.
I walk between the lines—neither here nor there.
I die once more—breathing in the air.

Oh, how I love(d) you.

How curious                it is
             to be obliterated…
Despite, my loving sacrifice.

Like the decay of daisies, distorting their perfumes
the whiff of it, pushes you away.

Like spilled ink, the promise of words
smeared and unread.

Do not fear
my dear.
I speak in letters—sealed, not sent.

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Sex On The Beach


One day I succeeded.
The sex didn’t mean anything
the beach did.

I drank black coffee across from you.
Traces of my mascara littered on my face
because my faucet eyes ran dry.

From my lips came all of these words.
Sounds of nonsense.
Sounds of regret.

One day had become every single other day.
As I tried to move on.
As I tried to forget you.

Your eyes now meant for someone else.
You stare at a stranger.
You give me a passing glance.

Three hundred and forty miles.
I drove to see you.
I drove to disappear.

I cried all the way—there and back.
Thought of us together.
Thought of us apart.

Facing the ocean, you watch it
waiting for the day
it opens like an open road.

Little do you know,
it’s my blue wasteland of sorrows
the gravesite of all our tomorrows.

The blue sapphire tombstone—of us.

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Vanity's Downfall



Am I a flower yet?

Enough to be kissed by your gaze?
& held so that my perfume lingers
            on you?

I wonder, if that day
will ever come
where your voice is silent
and I no longer succumb
to the taste in my head.
Stuffed with the words I translated
            into a broken language.

So. Full. I’ve lost my appetite.

I can’t get past it.
The layers, upon layers,
that cover me—
until I can no longer be found.
Held captive by dysmorphic demons
that Despair had conjured.

“The flower is beautiful.”
Slender and bright.
Whimsical as it sways.
            Something fragile.

The fairies say
its the key to happiness.
Comply, and you’ll be free.

Somehow, it’s a lie.
A false promise of stars
to disguise the waste of polluted dreams.

I’ve opened all the doors
but it only leads to here.

Exit is equated with stability,
But that’s impossible when I’m standing on mirrors;
because when I look down,
I have a long way to go,
            before I reach up.

Monday, March 25, 2013

The Last One


Piece by piece, I gave you me.
And carefully you placed them into a box,
stowed away beneath your bed
& as time passed,
you forgot it was there.

But there I lay, as you loved her on your bed.

All the while
I roamed the night, a ghost of your thoughts
something of the past.

So I kept all of my tears meant for you
and waited till I had enough
to drown my sorrows
to drown my self…

But when the time came, you came back
to claim me once more,
wanting that very last piece
of me.

Tracing my lips with your tongue
spelling out words
meaningless to you
that meant everything to me

as she sat in the audience
and laughed, while I
cried.

You laid me down, reopening my wounds
and she watched as I bled
for your own amusement.

So cruel you could be
after I had given you, me.

Me, to my barest soul
with my bare skin
all, all, alone.

So, so cruel that
you could be.
Despite the best of me.

With my nimble hands I held on
to the very last one.

The one you would never have.