If I could kill myself and do it over again
I waited until the end of the world to open your gift
Thanks for handing me hell
I’ll do what I can
As my songs begin to fade
I wonder what could have been
As I lie within an eastern wind
I wonder if I’ll ever see peace again
Plantations were once gardens
Speeches were the premonitions of decaying martyr s
I miss peace and I’ve never rested eyes on her
So thanks for handing me hell
I love her because she’s untouched and pure
Poetry equals the souls of men spoken
Hell raised me so I’m a product broken
Abide by my emergence
This is the last breath of a merchant
When sadness finds others
You’re reminded of the virtues in what you have left
I went numb when I learned to pray
Don’t you miss what could have been
I saw angels falling from the sun
Knowing is everything but I don’t want to know
Try not to take things too far
They’ll never let you go
I waited until the end of the world to open your gift
Don’t you miss what could’ve been
Thanks for handing me hell
If I could kill myself and do it over again
if February don't end soon
heart shaped people make me sick
if February doesn't end soon
i've got nothing your smile can fix
twenty eight days
twenty eight days without your son
and i would've cursed you once more
i would've left you for more
you never forced me through your door
but i would've left for more
from you to me
this was my gift to you
tell me nice things
yes i want to hear you sing
if you're at all here for me
tell me what i say just isn't true
tell February goodbye
heart shaped people leave me ill
tell February goodbye
don't forget the love you kill
fourteen nights into this day
fourteen days without you at night
i don't want to see twenty eight
without you by my side
i couldn't leave you for more
outside your door
i couldn't leave you for more
have u ever really been loved before
have you ever admired the life you lose
what time will you be in tonight
i won't wait up for you
things just may change
"short storys she would sing"
Acorns are falling
And autumns beginning to fade
Been lonely for sometime
Now I can’t find a smile
My shadow walks
But I can’t find my knees
A disarray of fallen leaves
Brushing away my ease
Carel is home
Caroling with the wind
December sings her song
Do you even notice I’m gone
Note to myself
The clouds are dipping low
I have to become something more
Before time lets me go
When everyone’s preaching the same tune
And only new founders loom
With decimated friends I fail to comply
Taking inventory among a pharaohs tomb
If you can’t appreciate me at my worst
How are you to recognize me at my best
He would sing a lot
From a voice that was dull
Walking on broken skeletons
This great wall of china moans
Shadows dance dimly toward your hand
as the sun brushes against the sand
Now that time won’t allow my stay
On this day that lives with us
My comfort seems to push you away
Now I can’t feel you there
Some of us are built
For harsh conditions
Suffrage held
Within a wicked vision
Reprimanded as a man
How can your father reprimand this hand
Discipline disciples
in a cycle that would not turn in sand
Held in Carthage
A piece of a Martian
Some say I’m soon to be departing
Pieces of gold in a bronze room
Shining through chivalry and doom
Sterile silvery praising a ring for the groom
All prized possessions of doubt now loom
Pushing the broom
On a straw bed
Don’t u love this coon
You can be kind to the cruelest person
And at the end of the day
They’re still cruel and worsened
This worlds got to end
No sanctuary circles my morbid realms
I’m away from peace
And aware that it will never cease
Only time can stop me now
Wishes sealed over a candle in a darkened hall
Head down I just might die on this wall
In this race I’ll survive somehow
Only time can stop me now
I’m so scared
Where are your prayers
I was so scared
Why weren’t you there
I’m so scared
should I have been spared
I’ve been trying not to think about a lot of the things that come my way
A cool summer breeze has taken my doubts for all that I can believe
Dwelling on times too cautiously has left me walking in a wanderlust
When the day begins it ends and I have no one to trust
I’ve been traveling and I’ve come so far
When all I needed was a friend you left me standing there
I’ve seen smiles and I’ve held some frowns
Seen an old man walking out on town
I’ve seen a harlot chasing the sound of love
Seen a man too tired to place himself found
In my mind I’ve been walking my worries toward a reluctant time
In my cloudy days I needed you there, all those lonely hours afterwards
Today I was out running and I saw you alone
Suddenly you disappeared when I went to ask you what was wrong
Am I losing my mind, an illusionist in a broken time
Against the shoreline chasing everything that wasn’t mine
Seen coffee spilled when no one was around
I’ve seen a good man yield his days
I seen a champion walk away from a fight
Seen a mother lost too weary to pray
"a potion for nights that outlast my days"
Make me go to sleep
Make me close my eyes
As I take some time
I surrender my habits
Bless the lender
of my worn fabrics
Just once more
a peaceful day, what a delight
A soothing melody
buries the night
Make me go to sleep
Make me close my eyes
Does it feel like prison?
For I cannot remove you from my thoughts
If you will listen
Your kindness burns my scars
Like crystals of salt
As I lay ill sipping this pure life
I only ask
How much more can you endure my wife?
Make me go to sleep
Make me close my eyes
If you can bring me to my knees
I am yours
If not
I remain a lost soul at another door
I live life ugly, give me death
I laugh at strangers
In one final gasp
I am Your Saddened Angel
Make me go to sleep
Make me close my eyes
"Sunday wine & rewrites"
I’m looking forward to more than winter seas
Young and warm we sat across the barn
Bristled against the ground, crushing misted leaves
Yesterday I slept cold and worn
If I leave you now, we may never be
I’m growing fragile as my nights are torn
She says she’s coming home tonight
I guess she’s got no better place
To roam tonight
I often wonder why you stop and go
Relaxed against the soil, never mind the snow
My eyes may close, awaken, surely your to go
Within the wind, we live, we mend
As the night begins, we start to end
You rub my chest, you tell me morning comes
She says she’s coming home tonight
I guess she’s got no better place
To roam tonight
I think she sees me write
Empty songs
For lively nights
I hear them speak, they say we could never be
But here against the wind
There’s only you and me
She says she’s coming home tonight
I guess she’s got no better place
To roam tonight
In a world
That promises
To take me alive
For years we lost tears
Sing a soft hymn for me
I’m the last one to die
So vital are these hours
There was a time I blossomed
Amongst flowers colorless
Enduring this mishandling
This absence of life
Has brought about
A crucial understanding
My most precious yet precise nights
Moments a strife
The timeliness of our departure
Has bound us a task due incomplete
The misfortune
That settles before my feet
The dust seemingly bothers me not
Memories equal days
I may or may not have forgot
From villages to standard living
We feel age
Then elder we become
A privilege
Decent to In
Comfort
Has brought about a day’s end
“Because we are flowers
We are promised expiration
But we live again”
And I wonder how your day’s been
And if you miss me anymore
It’s too late to cease your crying
No more wonders in this world
And there are times I’d rather hold you
But you’re wishing me away
And who’s to say I’d never scold you
But you’re loving me anyway
And we only look to see you smiling
So stranded from our distance
And you shrug them from your vision
Seems no one knows that you are missing
And we wrap our arms around you
But you’re hidden anyways
They hold your cries in whispers
No one knows what lies they say
they tear you down so kindly
the world wouldn't wait on them
do you miss your tears to often
there's nothing more that i can say
your father loves you dearly
your mother says so clearly
i did all i could to sooth you
no one dares to take your hand
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