I’m writing tonight to distract the hours,
maybe if I hide them from these sunken eyes they’ll run abound
to the desert sky.
I think they’d like it there.
I’m writing tonight with questions and struggle
and a fear that I might decay,
flake off slowly like the forgotten ghost
wandering wrecked ships only to meet
a grave with a kiss.
I’m writing tonight to tell you that I miss my sadness,
my passionate struggle all ocean and rage
that wrote paper to stones.
I guess you could call me an addict.
I’m writing tonight to say that I love
a love, a person so breakable
I want to hold them
more than I want to sleep.
I’m writing tonight to touch you,
get under your skin and destroy the barriers you’ve put up
Let them go.
I’m writing tonight because the heater sounds like the ocean
and I want to dive in and sink in it forever.
Call me a sinner.
I`m writing tonight for same reason you are reading this,
your eyes scanning just below,
hit the rocks darling
I’ll take you home.
Original spoken word written and performed by me :). Let me know what you think!
I know I got lost somewhere
along your hands,
maybe in the age line of your palm,
but it doesn’t mean I didn’t care.
It just means I’m a crystal tree
and I shatter with the wind.
I wish you’d stayed.
I wish you’d swept me from the ground
in those broken shards
and held me in your fingertips
even though I made them bleed.
Sometimes I think about the days when I was whole,
how the architecture of my heart was made of glass,
how I revolved around the moon
in a slow revolving spin that made even the sunflowers tilt.
I feel so intensely now that I am broken
and I know that there is a beauty to that
unseen when I was a perfect sheet of metal.
It’s been a long time
and I can tell I really love you
because I can’t seem to forget how disgusting you can be.
We both know I was doomed from the start.
I knew it the moment I opened you up and called you home,
and you knew it the night the candles lay low
with unspoken “I’m in love with you’s”.
They’re telling me to let go my dear
so I guess I better wrap this up.
I was not a cool ocean ready to swallow you whole,
and I think that’s what surprised you most.
I remember the night you told me I was a passionate kisser.
But what you didn’t know
was that you had set me on fire.
It wasn’t just my kisses that were passionate.
You were the flame.
I was the wick.
But now you’re just emptiness
creaking through these cracks.