Beginning

tonight i know it all has to being with the end

we'll start again


from the beginning where it doesn't hold us,
 and it hasn't molded us into something we're not.


our story's twisted, wrinkled,
 flipped, and folded
 its hard to hold our mistakes on the paper.
 so lest just let it spill of the pages, back to the ages they belong.

We'll start again

from the beginning where it doesn't hold us,
 and it hasn't molded us into something we're not.

Bicycles and Icicles

Bicycles and icicles remind me of you.


Cold winter nights
                     feel warm,
              just with the thought of
                            You.

You send my mind
                round and round,
   while you peddle to find solid ground.

Bicycles and icicles don't go well together,
                                          neither do you or me.


But that wont keep me from thinking of you.

I Speak Of

I speak not of peaches, chapstick, sunrises or fallen nights.
(K)nights fought over love never found.

A(r)mor rusted over from her tears,
He always like to jump through puddles, watching the wake.

sometimes it woke his fears.




Monsters under the bed.
If only he could cross the room he’d be

      safe (-ly

    locked away,

he lost the keys to

the him he used to be.)

I speak not of burning trees or cherry seeds ( planted down the lane)

I've surrendered to the (k)night
but with one last thought,
I know I can win the fight.

Kindly crafted consciousness  collides.
With a sudden surprise, 
She smiles

Have I Gone?

its easy to see where ive been.
i leave trails of crooked prints.

the dust i kick up take the form of the lost hope.
it hangs in the air waiting for me to come back.

my long lost cries that shattered the air are left as pieces,
they disgues them self as petals that gave into the wind.

quite eyes can see me running.

its easy to see where im going.

Piano

Black and white,

Only at first sight.





I play carefully,
fingers gliding
  all ways cautious not to strike the wrong note.


Small steps change everything.
Small steps make everything.


You didn't come with a map to follow,
a melody that would sing me home.


So, I follow my heart.
I follow what you whisper to me, 
the gentle hush.



Tension tugs with the tight twist of my fingers.

You ease me back, untangling my tight thoughts.

Time is always changing because we both know its 
nothing
and 
Everything
all the same.


I play by ear, full of fear that i'll forget our song.


Without you,
Im silent.
Without me,
you are just black and white.