Please Have A Seat

These hands have become knives 

Cutting all your souls to ribbons With every keystroke 

This is what happens when unbalanced

Goes untreated

Creative mind running amok

Walking deserted streets in the dead of night

Plotting and planning

Creating conspiracies 

Please save my sadness 

Save me

Save me

Canvass Ruined

We paint our souls to match

And the suffocation of rainy days

Pushed us off the cliff

Tumbling into a sea stained with oil spills

Crashing waves rock our bodies

To sandy damp shores

It is love my love

spuring mood changes

Obsession leaves a bad taste in our mouths

Tainting words that tumble from greasy lips

Docked

My mood is like the tide
changing
rising and ebbing
but it isn't the gravitational pull of the moon
but the flood of memories
or it might be a passing song
or a strolling girl in the street
that causes the chemicals to imbalance
and catches me in it's riptide
pulling me out to sea

Hump day in May

I pine for you

Like some love sick teenager

And you once said you knew I would

You are so far away from me now

And my happiness is fleeting

I miss you

Am I dead to you

Do you ever think of me

Will you ever read this 

Would I know if you did

These are empty words I guess

Blowing away in the wind

Tailor

this unraveling

a well worn shirt

fraying

dragging dreams around

until they exhaust

leaving trails of threads

to follow like breadcrumbs

head full if dreams

living in the past

reeling 

drunk on memories

the last string breaks

Incomplete - Unfinished

I chase phantoms

Ghosts

Specters 

Bathing in the blood of the love we killed 

trying to scrub away the anger and regret

While you still rattle chains outside my window

I fear sleep 

because I've been dreaming of you again

Storms and Strangers

Trees bend back

And I am summer rain

Steaming in sun baked sidewalks

Walking dirty streets 

Eyes watch through tattered curtains

These roads are unfamiliar

Lonely and ominous 

Heels catch cracks and stumble

I miss soft hand entwined in my own

You choose another path

Another hand

And now my dreams are dirty

Like these streets

Windswept and violent

Four years and I still wear these scars proudly