Street Song Serenade

Being with you is like dancing on water

inside the darkened theatre of death

like playing the part of a college student

just trying to get through initiation

with some stupid frat or sorority

I know I don't belong in, but join anyway

just to shut my parents up again.


It's like playing with money in the middle

of the busy streets found in places like

London and New York, but of course you -

you wouldn't understand an analogy like that;

you've never been anywhere have you love?


'Cause you're just another caged songbird

singing for someone else's freedom

instead of your own cause that's what lovers do

when they're in love. But I have to say,


I love being with you - it's like dancing on water

and playing with money; watching strangers

turn their heads in awe and screaming

words they don't even agree with in some kind of

falsified disgust because that's what happens

in death's theatre and on the busy streets of

places way too big for their own good.


It's something so unique,

something completely different from everything else

I've ever known and I think it's time you knew that. 

The World will be Thy Widow

Things break, we die, we leave

we can let those feelings

destroy us

or we can form around them

shaping ourselves.

Lose those you love but

do not forget the feelings

they gave

Thinking Out Loud Again

259 days left


that's all. Until


the one you promised me

the one you built up so well

just to tear down again -


fully aware it'd take me with it.


So I've decided that

I will treat myself


to a day filled with purples

and the smell of roses.

That way I never have to


remember what


dying feels like.


259 days. Left.

That's all.

Boldly Forward

Continue to live boldly, to be nothing less than your most honest self and everything you need from this life will find you. This, I promise. 

Sloth as Sin?

There's so much more to sloths
than laziness - otherwise
we'd have none to admire.

When I look at one, I think of
adaptation and persistance,
don't you? No, I guess not,

or you wouldn't be comparing
my "likeness" to theirs
in an effort to breed drama.

Oh, but don't worry, you
share the claws and lack
the knowledge of using them. 

Sunday Senryu 2.12: KIllian

For the greenest queen of them all. Here's a senryu. 

Pleading Temporary Insanity

I'm sorry for the way I've been

I just haven't been trying to
save the lives of strangers
and remember the beauty of ghosts.

This week I've been setting goals
in an effort to better myself
for you, or someone like you.

Words buzz louder than usual
and all my pens are inkless -
don't get me on about paper.

I'm sorry for the way I've been

I'm just feeling sorry for myself

until I remember why I'm still moving. 

Senryu 2.11

Mona Lisa Take Two

Art is a great many things,
the only requirement is
that it's born out of
             passion.

So based on that definition,
Baby you are the greatest
masterpiece to ever walk
               Earth. 

Adapting Thorns

What madness is this, that airports

and sea shores hold more love

and sincerity than wedding halls

and hospital walls have heard

more prayers than God himself!


In an age where young girls

follow the footsteps of roses

adapting thorns - while boys

learn it's okay to stomp on flowers

because beauty can't be

brilliant too, what are we becoming?


And don't get me started

on darkness creating longing

which leads to countless nights

of useless romance - hearts

asking to be broken and souls

throwing themselves from

thirteenth story windows

knowing they can't fly.


What kind of madness is this

that we've named Reality

because all our dreams were

buried alive on our tenth birthday.


Is there any point in

struggling to survive?