Nails For Breakfast, Tacks For Snacks

The night is too harsh,
The stars have gone dark,
Shadows and monsters are marked,
There is nothing left but to run away,
Footsteps fade, they just can't stay,
All the creepy things have come out to play.

Blurb

Singing along to the sounds of the city,
Trying to make the world so much clearer,
It does not really matter if no one can hear,
I am drowning myself with sober thinking.

I'm Lost In A Sea Of Anonymity

Hands shoved deep in your pockets,

Shoulders hunched close for warmth,

Ripped shoes,

Not for fashion mind you,

But warn in from constant use,

They muffle the sounds of the wind.

Your shadow is cast--

Across the sidewalk you are stretched

by the streetlights above you.

Looking for purpose in a velvet night,

Devoid of color scheme

as your shadow is devoid of you.

Cloaked by the disguise of normalcy,

You realize that this is your chance

to be more than the place you are...

But you are gone--

Lost in a sea,

of anonymity.

You're In Love With Love and I'm In Love With You

I am all tied up with words,
My wit is lost in a stumbling lisp,
Rose blush at the mistakes I've made,
I can't help embarrassing myself.
I'm failing and you're my weakness,
To you I'm frequently exposed
to who I am really am:
A beating heart in a body of lies.

With Or Without You

Grab your kleenex and wipe your tears,
Wave goodbye to your firstborn,
Your middle child or your baby.
You might find this suggestion suggestive:
But keep sending your children to war,
We have too many people here anyway.
With them gone you may find more room
in restaurants and malls, colleges and churches,
backlit alleys or bright lit stages.
Finally we have the oxygen we crave,
Now that there are those dying
for an unknown cause and a president who looks
like a baboon.
You may be lucky to get them back whole
in a coffin, if not you can hope that they have
a patch of grass above their unmarked grave.
Send them your prayers and hope,
Maybe they will not fall on deaf ears,
Though the pleas to come home do.

She May Be A Dime

I can be your loser,
your favorite memory,
your familar lips,
and your missing piece.
I can be your failure,
your last touch,
your open eyes,
and your complete incomplete.
I can be your wash-up,
your first idea,
your pretty face,
and your other half.
I can be your waste,
your perfect daydream,
your curvy girl,
and your lasting hope.
I can be yours.

Heartache

Worth more than the credit you gave me,
You are a jackass who deserves little more
than what you decide to dish out.
I hate you more than you know.