Monday, February 10, 2020

The Poem In The Water

You took my tongue, and so I wrote about love.

Tuesday, January 21, 2020

The Starlit Hotel

There’s room in a starlit hotel for the people you miss tonight.

(I didn’t want to be good, I just wanted to be here.)

So you touch the star that only you can touch and cause the fuss that only you can cause.

(I am making things that don’t need to be made, to be sold to people that don’t need to be sold anything, anymore.)

And If you hold me I swear, I won’t shake too bad, I’ll try and be a little more calm.

(But I’m burning inside, just like the sky.)

What’s good, isn’t great, and who are you pretending to miss tonight?

(There’s no one and nothing left to cry about, so why don’t you go ahead and cry a little more about yourself.)

Thursday, January 9, 2020

The Other Side Of The Mirror

Some empty part of me heard you knocking from the other side of the universe, and I answered.