Friday, May 30, 2014
Sunday, May 18, 2014
It Was Telling Me Something
Yellow sky
on fire
Why is the ocean so dry?
Watch as the lighthouse topples over
This is all your fault
The world slows down
As I stare into the screen
But this air is too polluted and thick
What was that?
Are you moving on already?
Watch as the lighthouse topples over
This is all your fault
The world slows down
As I stare into the screen
But this air is too polluted and thick
What was that?
Are you moving on already?
Sunday, May 11, 2014
Into The Blue
We’ve gone into the blue
The tracks below our feet
The power lines above us
This place is so complete
Distant sounds and whispers
Songs of ancient trees
Thinking about those moments
The weakness in my knees
No laws for us to follow
There’s only life and death
And the unforgiving beauty
That has taken my breath
We’re fading into the blue
As our souls are scattered
Released in a cold breeze
Our weights lifted and shattered
The tracks below our feet
The power lines above us
This place is so complete
Distant sounds and whispers
Songs of ancient trees
Thinking about those moments
The weakness in my knees
No laws for us to follow
There’s only life and death
And the unforgiving beauty
That has taken my breath
We’re fading into the blue
As our souls are scattered
Released in a cold breeze
Our weights lifted and shattered
Sunday, May 4, 2014
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
Curious Thing
With
something so sweet comes bitterness
It’s a subtle itch, pinching skins
A blue evening aching to be discovered
And we feel that twist in our stomachs
An unexplainable desire
Shouldn’t we be picking flowers?
There’s the wonder and the anticipation
And what happens tomorrow?
There are bugs in the grass
Green stains on our jeans
And then there’s love
Such a curious thing
It’s a subtle itch, pinching skins
A blue evening aching to be discovered
And we feel that twist in our stomachs
An unexplainable desire
Shouldn’t we be picking flowers?
There’s the wonder and the anticipation
And what happens tomorrow?
There are bugs in the grass
Green stains on our jeans
And then there’s love
Such a curious thing
Wednesday, April 16, 2014
Thursday, April 10, 2014
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