Context

seminal intentions; precariously perched

at the dawn of surrender,

filling indentations with

numbers and streaks

that tell of a tale; maybe

of a vagabond vessel

somewhat accidentally(?) meandering

against the currents of

the universe,

not necessarily with much

preceding context;

but ah, what the hell

who needs context anyway?

Drunk

tables lit blue

mercy’s not my friend

I’m lying to myself

I’m living

I’m lying

glass in hand

I try

blue collar life put behind

I break away

I want to feel alive

crashing and burning isn’t a bad option

all I’ve wanted is red

blood

cherry

traffic light

warning sign

you see it

it’s you

it’s you?

it’s you

it’s me

boxed circles

checkered pleads

let me

once

and maybe one more

and I’ll be your air

your gravity

love?

fuck love

who needs love

you’re still lying

c’mon

can’t I lie for once?

let me

go away

don’t seep in

don’t crave

don’t take it away from me

all I’ve wanted is red

but all I see is blue

Waves

let the water

be our song

tonight

and only tonight

and we’ll break

all the hands

on all the clocks

we find

and we’ll wander

and we’ll be

and we’ll sail

and we’ll lust

with anxious eyes

for the brazen crimson

and the rapid white speck

and the warm sandy ripple

only for

our eyes

to find

and burn

and swim

and drown

in each others’

I’m Still Dreaming

It’s the turn of the dusk
The light’s washed over once more
Of course, dark will eventually blanket the sky all over

But for now
I have a confession
Hear me out on this one

I have dreams
I really do have dreams
Dreams to remember
Dreams I don’t want to forget

I still believe in them
And I don’t want them to stop flying
I don’t want gravity to bring them down
Because I’ll never know
What makes this man
If they lose heart
If I lose heart

I know that familiarity is nothing more, than temporary comfort
Like a maroon quilt that will eventually lose its charm and color
And changes like these are the only occurrences that keep us alive
But god I hope
I hope so bad
My dreams
The ones that make hell worth taking on
Are here to stay

I need them more than I’ll ever know
Don’t take them away from me
Let me keep them
And nurture them
And hate them a little too, for always being a little crazier than they need to be
I promise I won’t let go
I just hope I’m strong enough to hold on to them