A line made of wood

Wherever you are

Where I am

There's a line made of wood

That connects us

From one end of the bridge

To the other.

The water in between

Makes no difference

If we've already become

Who we never wanted to be.

From the ashes of who cares

And when the curtain falls
There's dust on the stage
I'll lay my body down
I will forget my name
From the ashes of who cares
To the cinders of all i want
there lies a torch, a cage
of being the one to haunt.
It all.

Rushing through my words

Here comes the sun
And I'm fighting through this rage
The pavements passing faster
The grass is in a green rage
And I'm falling out of winds
I'm rushing through my words
And the things I want forgiven
Were just given to the birds
Count once, count twice,
Then let them all ride
I met the street car where the city
Just went ahead and died.

The Ghosts Through Broken Doors

When you get lonely
You read me like a book
We are the ghosts
Through broken doors
I walked through where we were
Only in my head
Was I ever worth more
Than what I was to you
Just dying in the night
On sidewalks and guillotines
Pretend I'm alright
I can count the words
I didn't want to say
I meant them in my head
The basement of my brain.

I'm going to put you on your feet

My toes are skimming tulips

My feet are brushing roses

My knees are bent in silence

I'm no where near the dirt

And I'm carrying you with me

I'm bringing you down this hill

I'm going to put you on your feet

Leave you to your will

Air is rushing by my face

I'm falling fast, holding song

You doubt yourself,

Your hurt yourself

Say it once, make it strong

Hallow

Secrets lie
Between the cracks of the pavement
Humming and rumbling by
Like the subway below
Letting you know
That they exist
Keeping it quiet
Until moments where
Shadows can be seen
And it all takes shape
Unravelling, one-term
Leading questions
Into the night
Like the gloom that hung
Above your bed
Like some sort of hallow
Fit for someone long past dead

They might not denote anyway

You can see it coming

The headlights fade

And what once was white

Now turns a red shade

I'm haunted in the night

The finger prints are on the window

I'm holding my breath until

I figure out what's right

From white to red to blue

I turn a pallor of tan

I'm writing messages in the fog

I'm burying my rocks in the sand

Though these messages might reach you

They might not denote anyway

Their intention is to beseech you

And ask that you let me go my way

The Girl Caught Up In The Air

All the phrases I thought I'd remember
And opted not to write down.
Have turned into blurry lines
That crawl through my brain
So mindless, absorbent
I will never remember
Them again, like feelings lost
On some subway somewhere
You can lie to yourself
Long enough to justify
Who you are and what you
Wanted to be
The boy falling out of the tree
The girl caught up in the air
Amicably settling in the marrow
Of the earth
Of sound.

Nerve

Watch the fingers grow

As they are labeled one by one

Hands mirroring hands

Cast by the shadow of the sun

Follow the lined paper

To the cracks made by the pen

Trace the worlds the erasers

Have taken
Every line on your hand
Your knuckle and curve
To polish the outright
Disposition of your nerve.

Rusted Bullets

He draws his hand
Along his holster
The gun that rots inside.
The sun is melting hurricanes
And the shade offers no relief.
Amped are the roads
Lifting left,
Lifting right.
And one falls behind
The other catches chance.
She fails.
The gun rots
Her bullets rust.
Entitled to believe
What one should hope to.

And laugh.

Barreling towards it all.

I will.

I will find you 

And you will find me

I will forget where you came from

Or who you were.

Because you are now. You are here.

I will do what I can 

To make you happy.

Because you make me happy 

And laugh.

I will pull the covers over 

When you are tired

Or you can crawl in.

Invariably. 

I will love you like my own, 

I will love you like I'm yours.