Cinematic Cliffhanger.Shut your mouth and drop the curtain
the spotlight left your side
because the crowd's had enough of you
You're blinded by your fall from fame
and backstage has never felt like this
Does the silence burn your eardrums?
There will be no cheers for you.
I told you you were just a fad to them,
I told you.
Fiction Shelved True Stories.The air was fresh,Fiction Shelved True Stories.7 years ago in Other More Like This
the leaves were crisp,
you wore your newsboy cap,
and I wore those leggings that we ripped that night by the lake
the benches were full,
but we didn't care,
we found our place amongst the blades of grass and the critters between them
you spoke with your smile,
and mine answered
eyes melted into eyes
lips matched lips
hands found one another
while we shared that crucial point in time,
I noticed an old couple sitting by the fountain;
he was holding her,
and she was smiling like she held the secret to the meaning of life
you glanced their way,
and your arms found their way around my waist,
and then I realized that I already held the secret,
or it held me
So I pointed their way and stated,
"I want that to be us in 60 years."
You smiled crookedly and whispered,
"Why not today?"
and that was the moment I decided that you were it
because even though they said we were too young to know,
too naive to understand;
we did know
we did understand,
and we were in love,
Worlds Away, But Still Here.I'm a racist in a rainbow suit,Worlds Away, But Still Here.7 years ago in Other More Like This
with one eye slanted,
the other straight as
the hair that hangs down to
my broken shoulder blades
as I sway to the music in my head
I'll tell you the truth,
I had a dream once,
I had a future coming on,
I had beliefs once
But then I grew up.
I'm a follower leading blind sheep,
with one hand on the bible,
the other turned up,
one lone finger in the sky
that hangs over us all,
but it divides as we fall,
and we're signing peace treaties
as we head for more bombs
I'll tell you the truth,
I had a dream once,
I had a future that was bright,
I did believe once
But then I met the walls around me.
I'm a liar weaving truths that I'll feed you,
with both lips on the tip of my emotions,
we're singing praises to ourselves in the mirror,
behind our backs we're killing off morality
This Magic, This Act.This Magic, This Act.7 years ago in Other More Like This
Your Hollywood makeover self indulgent lectures
cause watery rims,
and thudding temples
You asked me if I understood
and I nodded twice,
and once no
You looked past my contradictions,
never explaining the lastest catch phrase
Your words aren't the bait,
they're the trigger
and your audiences are blind folded
in blood red chairs
You hide your sins so well,
I almost thought you an angel
But I peeked
Does it kill you to know I never enjoyed your overdone acting?
I never believed you,
but you believed me
All the tricks you've pulled,
like yarn weaving around you
in a small room,
has trapped you in the middle
of the other side
How's it feel sitting in that chair
without use of your eyes?
The stage smells like rust and bleach
and the seat covers rip and wear
A simple whisper is caught on your
tuned in ears
"Are you watching closely?"
The dying of the fairies.We have been dying for some time. Some say it is the children, that they do not believe. They say they have forgotten childhood, that they have forgotten how to play in the streets with scrapes on their knees, like we did and do, still. Others blame the clouds of poison that roll across the earth, carried by dark winds across the country. Some blame the metal of the modern world, the iron that is everywhere you turn these days. There is even iron in the air, and we breathe death with each lungful of it. The flying ones among us say the skies are turning gray. They say they can see flames and blue sparks everywhere they go.The dying of the fairies.8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The truth is, we do not know why the gates are closing.
The birds speak numbers these days, and chitter air-wave nonsense. Their necks twitch violently from the strain of too much civilization. The squirrels are starved and dress in rags, and the foxes no longer trust us. They once had such beautiful red coats, and now they look like children wearing their parent's c
What A Story To Tell.I see a muffin man trapped in a cacoon,What A Story To Tell.6 years ago in Other More Like This
sweating steadily to an undecided tune.
If he steadied his hands to wave goodbye,
I think I'd stomach down my broken words
long enough to breathe this in.
This air is turning solid,
I'm sucking down balloons into titanium lungs,
they are weighing me down, this dropping
feeling is sinking me.
I'm still looking for a velvet skinned being
with fire for hands, gloriously failing to create a spark.
My bonfire heart got rained out and I never reached the final inning.
This is where I call is quits, you're the one I want,
and if I can't have you, I'll lie to my heart.
"You got him, never let go."
Blood and MudAt some point my knee hit the groundBlood and Mud7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I know Im battered and bruised
But Im not giving up my oath to you
And theres no bribe I cant refuse
I had the breath knocked out of me
And lost all the words I had to lose
But I promise you that the fights I choose
Will always lead me back to you
So keep on smiling
And Ill keep on glowing
To make sure your love is justified
I know your strength
I know your hope
And youve given me enough to stay alive
Dear sister, Ive never died
Just when my heart began to tear
And the steel drank in my life
Blood and mud mixed beneath my hands
And the smoke started to fade to white
I heard your laugh and somehow knew
Dying was making me delirious
But you took my hand and pulled me up
And kept me standing when fear was merciliess
So Ill take your hand
And you can hold my breath
Because I know youll protect it with everything
Before you let it choke
Or whisper death
And I still swear Ill give you a