I find symbolism in the moments
living in train cars and taxicabs
Between here, home and where my heart is
with a night cap, cloak and dagger stabbed
straight into my open chest
paint pictures when I remenisce
of times where all my female friends were angels
now all their wings are clipped
it’s funny how I’m still alone
still holding on to better songs
and better words in better poems
when you used to mouth along.
I’ve been a ghost this year
and my parent’s say come visit
my little brother hates me
’cause he knows I do not miss it
all the shouting in the living room
and holes in corridor walls
that house is black and blue
and it has liquor on it’s breath
it was the death of my childhood
and stands as memorial of dreams
but the best thing to ever come out of it
was me,
still holding on to better songs
and better words in better poems
when you used to mouth along
Feeling
All is flair in Tolstoy and Exhibition
I broke my own eyesight with St. Patricks closed fist
in a bar fight with the boyfriend of my first Kiss Me I’m Irish
I might have layed on the accent a little
Talked with more than a little flair
But In love and war and drunk girls on Exhibition street
All’s fair, so I got beat fair and blue and white
You should have seen the other guys from this side of the bar(s)
Rain on marble and masonry
There is a castle by the sea;
Children play and grow on the beach
Some swim in the surf while others kick sand,
Some are lost to the tide
Broken homes amongst the stones along the shoreline
Broken hearts make estuaries to the sea
And up above inside her tower stands Rapunzel
Screaming “Why has my god forsaken me?”
The Maiden’s tears are rain that drums upon the rooftops
It causes restless sleep for those inside instead
While down below the rain falls heavily unnoticed
It soaks the pillows of an uninviting bed
And on the beach in the charcoal black of nighttime
Hazy eyes look up at skies instead of stars
They don’t waste their light on shining for these children;
They’re destined dead, addicted, lost or behind bars
Fault lines lead like horse and steed back to the castle
Where people view with such indifference from their marbled balconies
As violent winds and waves come rising with the tide;
It claims more victims every time that it recedes
Had he the nerve to say it to her face, rather than write it for strangers
Hours from here, sleeping
I sang her a lullaby and she tiredly groaned.
no words, but I knew she meant “goodnight”
my reply was a laugh
and a dull ache
I miss you like a front tooth,
my arms feel empty and cold
my heart beats half beat half beats whole
I miss your smile,
makes my cheeks rise in tune
I miss you like tidal waves mis-judged the moon
there’s a word here, I can’t speak it
but both of us know how I feel
I’m so lonely without you,
I can’t breath with out you, for real
I just have to say this
the taste of your lips
locked my heart behind concrete and steel
the walls of your room
are my loves final tomb
’cause it died when I realised that you
were the only one he would ever need
to make this lumbering guilt ridden self deprecating man
crumble and melt and reveal
that he’s sure that he means it
so now he can say
that he loves you
so please stay awake
Maddison
She’s broken, like me
a fragile little marionette
I played with her heartstrings
enough to hear her smile sing
we kissed in an empty schoolyard
elegent apostles leaning awkwardly
no truth in love we dared to tell
our lie was told to spite this hell
and our lie was love. Adolescent one of us
enough to be a secret trist, our cloak and dagger
toke and drag, her coughing
cold air showed her breathe
and when I held her skin to mine
a whispered “yes” was all it took
for the last shred of innocence to leave
A muse and a shoreline.
Spaced between ivory and ebony
is a hidden sea, one where you can
drown, once when I held my breath
I found a note in a shipwreck that read
“I’m not a sailor, I’m a vessel”
It made me shiver as I realised;
I don’t think I comprehend the meaning
of music anymore.
Highschool bullshit 