Thursday, July 30, 2009

The Well Of Dreams

To wake up next to you. And confirm that the images I saw on the back of my eyelids seconds before, have all been made real.

The Bargain

He gave me that night back and this time, I told you the truth. We talked and held each other till the sun came up. And as I went to hell, the devil asked me if it was worth it. I said yes. Yes it was.

Wednesday, July 29, 2009

The Building We Could Burn

I burnt my tongue on you. Now I've lost all sense of taste. Or decency.

Monday, July 27, 2009

The Peace In The Disturbance

I'll do every dish ever made. I'll change as much as I can without changing who I am. Just promise me you'll stay.

Sunday, July 26, 2009

The Princess Is In Another Castle

You cannot go back in time, even if you wish it with every fiber of your being, your heart and soul, even if you think about it every day. Trust me. I know.

Friday, July 24, 2009

The Screaming Mob

People will wish you all the success in the world. And then hate you when you get it.

Thursday, July 23, 2009

The Tower In The Asylum

Yet, no matter how accurately you write it or mumble it under your breath, it won't change the way things stand between you. A poem, let alone a paragraph, is not a magic spell. And the only people who can write those stay in padded rooms, listening to music no one's ever played.

Wednesday, July 22, 2009

The Doppler Effect

While you weren't listening, all our love songs became sad songs.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

The Wake Up Call

That's what you don't get. To find two people who have the same heart isn't a coincidence. It's a God damn miracle. And it happens every day.

Monday, July 20, 2009

The Words You Lost Between Cushions

I'll pretend that you mean the weather when you ask me how things are. I'll say cold and dry.

Friday, July 17, 2009

The Possibility Of Clouds And Thunder Showers

Oh, how I wish you wouldn't worry so. There's hope in every breath. But when fear infects the bones, I'm told, the heart is always next.

Thursday, July 16, 2009

The Place You Used To Live

There's still a door here shaped like you. Boarded up, covered in chains and nails. Paper stuffed in the locks.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

The First Sign Is Taking Strange Pictures

I have pretended to go mad in order to tell you the things I need to. I call it art. Because art is the word we give to our feelings made public. And art doesn't worry anyone.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

The Glitter Phoenix

Life doesn't give you a second canvas. So all you can do is paint on. And, sometimes, even over.

Monday, July 13, 2009

The Needle And Ink

Look at you, like a new tattoo. Because I might not always have you but I'll have the feeling of you for the rest of my life.

Friday, July 10, 2009

The Blind Corner Waits

I just move my lips and my tongue and breathe and the sounds are made. But still, I do not say "I love you" easily.

Thursday, July 9, 2009

The Bridge From Solitude

Just like you mistook lust for love, you have mistaken being alone with loneliness. So I'm fine. Thank you for asking.

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

The Amazing Something

The feeling you get when you think of something amazing then forget it and know that it felt amazing but you can't remember the details. Then, minutes later, you remember it again and you're so grateful because you nearly lost something amazing, forever. Except, this time, it's a person. Not an idea.

The Metal VS Time

Which is why when you feel that it'll take everything you have and you think that it'll take a lifetime to accomplish, you need to remember that that's exactly what you have.

Monday, July 6, 2009

The Water Flows Uphill

The heart is a muscle like any other and the best exercise you can do for it is called picking yourself up off the floor.

Friday, July 3, 2009

The Aliens Landed Hard

You see, the problem isn’t that a generation has chosen sadness as an icon. It’s that other generations don’t know why.

Thursday, July 2, 2009

The Manic Iridescent

That’s why love is madness. It’s too easy to lose your mind when you lose your heart.