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The road is blue-lipped with cold. One hour’s drive to type officious little documents for eight hours, then another hour back, and again again the next day the filling and unfilling of holes in the sand I am so small and mean-hearted. Winter casts its iron gaze over everything I can see. People want to be doctors, or lawyers, or gardeners, or travelers or lovers or loved I have only ever wanted to be home, tucked away like a secret, like a flower pressed in the family bible. And there’s no such thing as a soul, the high white towers of god are empty and chilled with drafts, but still the birds eddy in an

I keep memory in absence though your story has a long forgotten ending I will bury my ghosts in the afterlife of moments and let effort be a windowsill to the crematorium of burdens, the echo of living the ashes of longing, a cemetery of remembrance and in your memory I find someone to stay

This is not the end. this is only a delayed beginning. I would part galaxies just to stand with you in their wake, Ephemeral and ecclesiastic. Meet me on the other side of forever where we can claim our stars.

The next time I fall in love it will be with a woman who knows the best roses are made out of bacon. Maybe sometimes she’ll smell like bacon. We can sit together while we read books about wizards, or talk about our favorite smells. Sometimes I’ll make dinner and she’ll tell me it’s terrible even though I know it’s her favorite. For now, I’ve fallen in love with a cheeseburger, and my pillowtop mattress but the next time I fall in love It will be with a woman who eats ice-cream in the shower and wears funny hats on Tuesdays; The kind of girl who knows you're supposed to talk to the T.V. when you watch it

You had been treading water long before our eyes met; I watched you swallow oceans, cough them up between patches of thick black smoke... A landlocked hurricane coming up for air between crashing waves and turning locks; always choking back the tides that would drown her because no one wanted to walk her rocky shores. Not for long, anyway. I've wanted to tell you, That the bags under your eyes and the lines on your face have always looked like something I could call home; That you've got a smile like a car crash in slow motion-- catastrophic, awe-inspiring, breathtaking and tragically beautiful... but something about all that saltwater mak

The sky flames above me as I see all that is before me turn red The grass, greener than any pasture I can imagine The fire not only consumes the sky In this sunset, there shall be hell beyond imagination To bring forth peace and happiness But I know I will not make it though, not now Dusk will bring forth my rebirth And noon shall bring me back to you my master My rose eyed maiden I am never going to cease to exist And I know that you can never stop moving Perhaps you can move backwards, for I do nothing but follow every step you take We may cross paths We may destroy all We may finally find each other I would rather die than n