The Heart Is Red

I'm sorry. But you could never tell the difference between the mood you were in, and me.

The Celestial Companion

Still, courage, my friend.
Still, all is not lost and you are not yet done.
Still, there are fires to burn in the darkness and light to cast amongst the shadows.
Still, there are moments that must be taken, fighting and spitting to the ground.
Still, nothing has killed us yet.
Still, the sky smiles on the brave.
Still, have the strength to try and hold the sun in the palm of your hand, once more.
Still, ever burning.
Still, the most beautiful things come from beneath the ground.
Still, the light is cast from the darkest of places.
Still, we labour on under the cover of stars.
Still, we know the truth rides high in our chests.
Still, the world has yet to end, no matter how hard any of us try.
Still.
Until we are still.

The Soul Of Glass

That's what you never got. It takes an entire lifetime to write the words "And they lived happily ever after."

The Children Of Time

January has issues with her mother, February is always talking about things he wants to do while March does them, April eats sweets and May pays for them, June is the oldest but not the wisest and July always has an opinion on everything. August never stops trying do the right thing, even if he doesn't always know what that is. September once saw something so sad, she never stopped crying. October holds the lift for anyone, vice-presidents and street-sweepers alike (for his memory, not for theirs) and November makes fun of him for this. December is tired but always hopeful. He has never once stopped believing.

Monday's obviously a bastard, quite literally as dad can't remember what or who he was doing. Tuesday's temperamental but ok as long as you stay on her good side. Wednesday doesn't say much and Thursday sometimes hums just to break the silence. They're in love. Friday's always wasted and she and Saturday hold each other tightly until their delirium fades.

But Sunday, Sunday knows she's the end. But she closes her eyes, and she pretends with all the strength in her tiny heart that really, she's the dawn.

The Rain Was Once A Cloud

Know someone as much as you can. Hold onto the moments that define them. Then when their body leaves, they won’t.

The Hole In The Sky

I'm fine. I just break sometimes. Just understand that if I break, I'm breaking for you.

The Fire In Smoke

What I meant to say was, sometimes I stare at the cigarette in my hand and beg it to stop wasting my time and just kill me. But I figured you didn't want to hear that.

The World Shoved Me

And you can tell when you look at them that it's everyone else who made them this way. Or maybe just, someone else.

The Air In Space

If you ever forget how to breathe, I can remind you.

The Promise Sleep Made Me

Every bed without you in it, is broken.

The Song Across The Wires

I'm a picture without a frame.
A poem without a rhyme.
A car with three wheels.
A sun without fire.
I am a gun without bullets.
I am the truth without someone to hear it.
I am a feeling without someone to feel it.
This is who I am.
A mess without you.
Something beautiful with you.

The Insomnia Of Flowers

You tried so hard to be the person everyone wanted you to be. Maybe you should've just been the person you wanted to be.

The Floor Takes So Long To Hit

Congratulations. You took me down. And now, you have made everything that is sad, relevant.

The Place Everyone Worked

If you don't think I'm important, you're a no one, not a someone. Because everyone is important to someone.

The Leave Behind

I don't know who you're kissing now. But I do know who you think about when you do.

The World Needs More Lighthouses

You can join the millions talking in the dark. Or you can stand up and scream light, out into the night.

The Corner Office Of My Mind

You tell me that everything is rented. That even my time, is borrowed. Well, sir, at least my thoughts are my own.

The Lack Of Postcards

I know you're not here, I can see it in your eyes when we talk. Where ever you are, come back soon.

The Last Days

I just need you to be able to tell people I was here, I felt, I lived and I loved as much as I could, while I could. And that the person that I loved, was you.

The Shape Of Air

You love the way air moves. And now I can no longer breathe.

The History Of Arson

When you lived here, it was a city. When you left, it became a town.