The Twilight Taking

So I am here to take back everything you've ever taken from me.

The Noon Agenda

Then I give you nothing. I keep the millions of me that make me, me. I keep my moments without thought of you because to think of you makes you strong (and I will make you weak). I keep and declare my right to give you nothing. Nothing. Nothing.

The Dawn Mourning

We came to take as much as we can from you. But we can only take what you give us.

The Sound A Formatted Heart Makes

To live amongst the magnets and wipe our souls clean. You know it’s the only way.

The Falling Or Rising

And if you look a little closer, you'll see that if a person believes that life is terrible, they’ll constantly look for proof of this, to confirm their view of the world. They’ll find quotes and situations and events in their life and magnify them a hundred times.

If a person believes that life is wonderful, they’ll look for the corresponding signage and behave in a similar manner to the previous person with their view of the world.

Often, this is the same person on different days of the week.

The Brief Self-Portrait

You have blue eyes that go green when you smoke or drink too much and never shave with a razor, a permanent 5 o’clock shadow. You have dark rings under your eyes from not sleeping or waking up in the middle of the night to write something down before you forget. Your hair’s thinning at the top so you shave it to try and make it look like you chose to look this way. It was once bright white when you were a child but went darker over the years, what’s left of it at least. There’re tiny flecks of grey on the sides. You practice smiling when you look in the mirror but can never seem to get it right. When you do, people point out your dimples.

The Signal Fire

You can never lose yourself so much that I won't find you. And remind you of what it felt like to be here.

The Lies I Won't Tell

As soon as things start being the way they should be instead of the way they are, I’ll start telling them to you that way.

The Blooming Night

Late at night, here is somewhere else. And I wish you were more than my emergency contact number for a broken heart.

The Fading Grey

It's easy. You just love me with all your heart and soul till the end of time.

The Place I'm In

You cannot kill me here. Bring your soldiers, your death, your disease, your collapsed economy because it doesn’t matter, I have nothing left to lose and you cannot kill me here. Bring the tears of orphans and the wails of a mother’s loss, bring your God damn air force and Jesus on a cross, bring your hate and bitterness and long working hours, bring your empty wallets and love long since gone but you cannot kill me here. Bring your sneers, your snide remarks and friendships never felt, your letters never sent, your kisses never kissed, cigarettes smoked to the bone and cancer killing fears but you cannot kill me here. For I may fall and I may fail but I will stand again each time and you will find no satisfaction. Because you cannot kill me here.

The Grim Alternatives

I love no one but you, I have discovered, but you are far away and I am here alone. Then this is my life and maybe, however unlikely, I’ll find my way back there. Or maybe, one day, I’ll settle for second best. And on that same day, hell will freeze over, the sun will burn out and the stars will fall from the sky.

The Smell Of Sunshine

So you need to keep the window open, so I can steal your keyboard, so I can find your DNA and recreate you for future generations.

The Error Of Parallax

The only reason I hate you now is because I loved you then.

The Forces Joined

Anything you can do, we can do better together.

The Nature Starts To Turn

You're not lost. You are the sky. Your parts move and now, never rust. You are burning wheels and a turning world. You are the wind in silver hair. This is our road. I am a map to you.

The Metal Starts To Twist

I'm lost and looking for the sky, for moving parts and a place that doesn't rust. For wheels that burn and a world that turns. For a road that phantom cars still drive down while lovers long lost feel wind that's blown too long in silver hair. You are the only map I know.

The Limerence Of One

If it was easy, everyone would do it. But it's not. Which is why it's up to you.

The Side Of A Bullet

I made loneliness a home. Your ghost moved in next door. You should come get your stuff.

The Hands Upon You

Small people only want one thing from you:

Someone else to be as small as they are.

Stay big.

The Alcoholics Are Only Romantic In The Movies

If I die from this, you can't expect me to act surprised.

The Beautiful Mess We Could Be

So may you find in each other what you came here for. And trust that this is love because it is (love is trust). And tangled lives you may lead but into each other, never apart, till you cannot distinguish between being and being together.

The Last Post

I’ve been writing this to you for three long years now. Finally, I showed it to you last night and said “This is all for you. Every word, every picture.”

You said “What the hell is wrong with you? Go do something useful for society instead of buggering around on the internet.”

I said you didn’t appreciate the things I did. You threw a plate at me. I should’ve just got you a Hallmark card instead.