Thursday, December 17, 2009

The Air I Saved For Later

You say that the way I feel, it's all just chemicals in my brain.

It's all just strange air in my atmosphere.

It's all just new colours in my rivers.

But you are my industry.

You are my factory.

You are my smoke stacks.

You are my production line.

You are my cheap sneakers.

You are my fast food.

And I'm a planet you once called home.

That's nearly out of air.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

The Hardest You Could Be

And you will find no fear here, in unkind words or the hardness of others.

And you will find no sadness here, in the meanness of the world, in the anger that comes from those who feel small.

And you will find no hurt here, in a million insults or a single, softly spoken lie.

Because only a hard heart shatters.

Only a hard heart, breaks.

The Ronin Have Names

You say the reason things fall to the ground is because of gravity.

I say that gravity is a word, a name you gave to a small aspect of the magic that surrounds you on a daily basis.

Electricity is another name for magic. Wind is another name for magic. Water is another name for magic. Love is another name for magic.

We all live in a magical place.

Monday, December 14, 2009

The Copenhagen Situation

When they eventually discover this lonely blue dot, they will know that you and I, we did not destroy ourselves, because we will still be here. And we will compare notes on what it means to exist.

Or they will know that we failed. Because we won't be here, anymore.

The Bubbles Are Your Friends

And though the waves might bring you down and though the currents might pull you under, the sky is always still right above you. And your friends will show you the way.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

The Way This Works

If you get between me and the things I love, I will ask you politely to move.

If you get between me and the people I love, you will move.

The Laboratory In My Heart

You are my science.

You make me believe in the atoms in your skin.

Now I believe in the chemistry in our kiss.

And now I believe in the molecules that make up love.

You are my science. I am a scientist.

Monday, December 7, 2009

The Corners Of Your Mouth

And you asked why people always expected you to smile in photographs. And I told you it was because they hoped that in the future, there would be something to smile about.

The Strangers Were Lovers

You look at me, now, like this and think “This is who they were all along.”

But this is just who I am to other people. And you became other people.

Thursday, December 3, 2009

The Clouds Move Slowly

You close your eyes when you cry. That's ok. Just don't keep them closed too long. Things have become beautiful since you last looked. There's nothing more to cry about.

Wednesday, December 2, 2009

The Distance To You

You told me it'd be ok. But you were the one crying.

You told me to let go. But you were the one holding onto my shirt.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

The One I Miss

Just say goodbye. You can say it when you get up from the couch. You can say it at the door. I will say it when you get to your car. I'll scream it as you drive away.

The Death Of Love

Oh love. Why is your body so still, why do your muscles sing no more, why does your chest not rise and fall.

Oh love. Why is your skin so cold, why do your eyes not trace my face, why do you not get up and accept my warm embrace.

Oh love. I have no regrets for our mistakes, no heart left to break, for you have taken it with you to the grave.

Oh love. Love that turned to death, death that turned to longing, longing that turned away from me, leaving me here to bear it alone.

Oh love. Oh love. Oh my love.