
Monday, August 31, 2009
The Reason The Willow Weeps

Friday, August 28, 2009
The Fragments Belong Together
Thursday, August 27, 2009
The Glitter Phoenix Burns Again

I won't compose prose every morning you open your eyes next to me (I won't compare you to a summer's day).
I won't kiss the tears from your cheeks whenever you cry.
I won't remember every appointment.
I won't keep the sheen on my armour.
I won't know what to say sometimes.
I won't get your order right.
I'll be late.
I'll fuck-up.
But I'll write something for you when you least expect it (in summer or winter).
But I'll hold you as tight as I can whenever I can.
But I'll burst through the door as soon as I remember.
But I'll polish it until it shines again.
But I'll say something anyway.
But I'll go back and make it right.
But I'll get there.
But I'll try.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
The Air In My Blood
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
The Close And The Nearly

Something has moved and bumped the cradle of everything. The world is out of sync. Birds fly backwards and the fish swim through the air. Hours pass like seconds and seconds pass like hours. The light fades before the sun leaves. The stars shine before the night falls. I am here early. You are here late.
Monday, August 24, 2009
The Sparks In The Ceiling
Friday, August 21, 2009
The Return To Green

Thursday, August 20, 2009
The Occasional Silence

You can walk into a room and spot them. They seem fine when you talk to them but every now and again, across the room, you catch them looking off into the distance at an invisible point that maybe, they once reached. They laugh a little different. They hesitate a little more. Now they know what it feels like. And something about their eyes when they listen to music says
"Turn it up until my ears bleed. Let it be the last thing I hear."
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
The Circle, Triangle, Square
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
The Ill At Easel

Monday, August 17, 2009
The Ghost Of Too Much

There's not enough water in the oceans for how slowly I want to sink.
There's not enough fire in the sun for how brightly I want to burn.
There aren't enough words in my head to say all the things I can't.
There's not enough blood in my body for all I need to bleed.
There's aren't enough couches in the world for how long I want to sleep.
There's not enough life in me, for all I want to live.
All I've had enough of, is you.
Friday, August 14, 2009
The Killing Of Tiny Numbers

Thursday, August 13, 2009
The Rules Of Engagement

Wednesday, August 12, 2009
The Right To Wear Name Tags
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
The Slight Pinch
Monday, August 10, 2009
The Bibliography Of Strings

And then how it feels to lose it.
And you showed me who I wanted.
And then who I wasn't.
And you ticked every box.
And then drew a line.
And you weren't mine to begin with.
And then not to end with.
And you looked like everything I wanted.
And then became something I hated.
And you get thought of every day.
And then not in a good way.
And you let me leave.
And then wish I'd stayed.
And you almost killed me.
But I didn't die.
Friday, August 7, 2009
The Perfect Apathy
Thursday, August 6, 2009
The Chaos Afterwards

Wednesday, August 5, 2009
The Frozen Heart Of A Comet
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Monday, August 3, 2009
The Way You Lie Here

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