Glass HousingAm I glass?
Do I control the way that light should pass
through my appendages? A simple mask
to keep all my insides in.
When you ask,
"Is this the real you?" I could draw a map
of all the little lies that I have spat
in the faces of my friends.
No, don't go.
I don't know how to live here on my own.
You are the enemy I've always known
and the crutch I hide within.
I'm so cold.
Keep up appearances; I'm in control
of my own destiny - or so I'm told.
If that's a lie I'll pretend
that I'm free.
I just need to recognize the real me.
Past all my faults and all my falsities
lies a good man and his sins.
I make mistakes but do the best I can
to live this honest life an honest man
letting all the best parts in.
MapsThis fool that keeps beating desperately needs to stop
sending my feet wandering down paths I shouldn't walk
towards figures in the distance seen as perfect silhouettes
who always seem to vanish more the closer that they get
I know I'd hold my breath forever if she would only ask.
I'd hide nitrogen safe in my lungs until my face turns black.
Maybe now it's finally time to set my backup plan in motion:
I've been hiding maps in bottles, time to cast them in the ocean.
Like a net spread wide to capture fish as they swim by,
I'll wade into the waters of an extroverted life.
No more nights spent dreaming of a girl I know by name
who doesn't know, or doesn't care, and doesn't feel the same
As I cling tightly to the raft on which I am adrift,
I count my stars and sing these bars and call each breath a gift.
I know this life is fleeting, full valleys and of crests -
never one without the other. Knowing that I know how best
to save me.
These metaphors and similes I lov
Ghost of a GirlI close my eyes at night
and pray that I won't see your face,
at least until sunrise,
but dreaming offers no escape.
Sunlight pours from the blinds
and shines through all this dusty air.
A flood of floating diamonds
illuminates what you left stranded here.
Every hallway mirror
is a liar playing tricks in the light;
holding my thoughts captive,
conspiring to keep you in my sight.
The walls seem to whisper
every laugh and word that meant the world
to one lost little boy
fighting shadows with a ghost of a girl.
Time TurnerEvery little thought running through my little head
is a stream of consciousness dammed up.
The words all go unsaid.
As you pretend you don't like talking,
I'll Mr. Mime what I can't say.
Instead of moving forward, we'll rewind the pain away.
Holding hands on a clockface,
turning time counter-clockwise
'til Sleepless in Seattle becomes one more peaceful night
where we both dream of genies
with big smiles that show our teeth
and I don't have to wake and watch you count electric sheep.
Every little word whispered in my little ear
is another goddamn cliche,
but it's what I want to hear.
You just pretend it's not a problem.
I'll click my heels and go back home;
where Home was once a person, now she's only skin and bone.
I'd hold my breath forever
if you said I looked good in blue.
Even though it might prove fatal, it's something to hold on to.
"I know we're all just addicts",
as I pour a second glass.
This sand goes down like fire, still these seconds never pass.
The Looking GlassI put all my thoughts down in scribbled pen and ink
so years from now and miles away they'll form a chain that links
all of my ideas into a tapestry
of all the names and places that bled and ran from me.
I've got books full of pages full of ink that never dries
forming my collection of self-indulgent lies.
I made myself a victim, I've got myself to blame.
Lost again in dreaming, nothing's really changed.
I welcomed in a monster and shared with them my bed.
"Above and below: equals", that was what we said.
Blood left on the contract where she made her mark:
a deal well-sealed with kisses and a knife-wound in the dark.
Everywhere I go I bring my looking glass
so now I can spot dangers before they cross my path.
But I've made a habit of looking inwardly
where only liars and demons are smiling back at me.
I wave to my new friends and becon them "come near".
I tell them all my secrets and they whisper in my ears
of tea-time in the forest, of jabberwoks and Queens,
of words loosed from loose
The AnniversaryPerhaps this is a mystery best left unsolved.
Please put Scoob and The Gang back behind your walls.
I'll just take these boxes and rebuild my fort,
then draw up the bridge 'cause I don't need support
-- and definitely not from you.
So lash out, then back down, then come up with fists.
You're crazy. It's over. Look, we were just kids.
So lash out, then back down, come swinging again.
There's no way in Hell that we can stay friends.
Maybe you should stop jumping, leave this princess unfound.
I'm not as worthwhile as you make me sound.
Just save all the memories that you keep so close
to the heart you put on paper between all your notes.
I'm sorry I couldn't love you.
So lash out, then back down, then come up in tears.
I know I'm crazy, I'm all my worst fears.
I'm stupid and ugly, a self-centered bitch.
Don't wanna die lonely, but I know I'm shit.
Leave me alone. No, I don't want to talk.
You've hit this wall before, don't act so shocked.
I'm not your lover. I'm not forever young.
I'm a c
ShadowThe words I've always longed to hear,
a thought still ringing in my ears:
"she loves me."
The stillborn dream of kids too young,
but we're not fooling anyone;
there's no such thing.
Come, young Darkness, and take my hand;
wreak your havoc, and salt these lands.
I left you to become a man.
I've grown some since then,
now I understand.
She smiles at me and she's my Queen.
I know we'll outlast everything.
"Yes, I do."
She needed me, I needed her;
but was she real? I'm not so sure.
It's nothing new.
Run, young Princess, refuse my hand;
burn my bridges, and take a stand.
I thought you could be my woman,
but you've grown so distant.
"Well, I understand."
A falling dream, a dream for two
a life conjured in foolish youth;
"Fine, 'The End.'"
Thought I could fly, I felt so free.
There's a monster, he lives in me.
It doesn't mend.
Come, young Darkness, and fill this hole;
make promises, and take your toll.
You said you would make me a man.
Was it all untrue?
I don't understand.
Come home, Shadow
Utopia At SeaChart me a voyage
To an island in the sea.
I'll be alone there
On my island just for me.
I'll write my thoughts down,
figure out what I believe.
So raise a flag for me
and my utopia at sea.
I'm dropping anchor.
This is my new island home.
I'll set my house up
where the waves and thoughts can roam.
I'll find my bearings
and learn to love myself alone.
So raise a flag for me
and my utopia at sea.
I've got a lot on my mind;
so many answers I must find.
But I've got my paper,
and I've got my pen,
and I've got to find a way to redefine "sin".
So raise a flag for me
and my new cathedral by the sea.