Poems for Her : Episode VIII

black is the gift that keeps giving

with love far and beyond the hills of Tuscany

there's no coming down

i am saved by my far-reaching heart, then her, then nothing

long ripples of her beauty are mirrored in my dream

the prayers are in a bottle. you know, a bottle

everyone knows a bottle!

they are on the empty side of the river, trying to stay alive

well, they can take all the space, the bottom is mine

(i'll keep praying, anyway)

the stab of emotions does not apprise

between the lovers and the strangers (it aches and it aches and it aches)

give me another glance, last night's was a touch too brief

i write and i delete and i read and take my heart to bed

through these lines

i will show you my ways and the run-down cottage they lead to

no number of hitched rides will get me home in one piece

(lo! love cures everything)

I'm always moving downstream aboard grey poetry

there's an ocean between us yet you are so close, so close

i reach out in whispers

call again sometime, i'll write back

love got me here and love will get me out

Poems for Her : Episode VII

we're commonplace here

this is what the movies do

we're four again, alone

in space, you can't hear me falling

there's a long line to May

i'll hold you in my heart

then in the words i'll keep coming back to

then in the comfy hands of the future

there's a long way to eleven

i keep a log of the faux pas

and the anagrams of your name

the rain's dried,

you can come outside with me

this is where you take me higher

my friend, he said something about doing it overtime

just like music, my taste will need time to wear

living in a mirror, it's like 1023, hello

we need new names

my profile exists in an animated mode

we wallow in sad melodies

then the march

then somebody mentions your name

i just hope i have a soulmate tonight

Poems for Her : Episode VI

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my cat's dream is premiering tonight

sparks of his fire trickle down to me

all i do is save, save, and save

seats, screams and screenshots

i will no longer watch from the shadows

you know it is real, you know it is the thrill

i was at the gallery today and i missed you

i saw sunflowers growing lush and i missed you

i woke up breathing and i missed you

glee is my name, you said and grinned

i am racing towards the final hour

at eleven two times i was to make a wish

the line keeps breaking

you can be the goddess and the prayer

i want to try again.

add a sticky note to the wall of everything i ever said

if i wasn't so drunk, i'd help sift through the pile

the black halo behind my heart is a work of art

we'll heal and drive home at dawn to sleep it off

a step backwards and i can hear it clearly

the radio silence

the second wave announcing my second death,

while i breathe and miss you

Poems for Her : Episode V

11:38 a.m

nothing.

take raw bits of hope off the menu

i just can't cry even if i wanted to

eyes will not dry, life ahead is a blur

06:20 p.m

i think it is going to rain tonight

i got a mind full of stars, God bless me

now, i trace you back to cloudland, Ursa Minor,

with all the majestic cracks in your twelfth night

the space between two ticks is silent

12:30 a.m

these songs will not be put into notes

the refrains invite me in and out of time

whole, whole, half, whole, whole, whole, half; C Major

dot, dash, dot, dot, dash, dash, dash, dot, dot, dot, dash, dot

09:14 a.m

for whom this love exists,

i write in hopes of getting to the bottom of it

everyone is a little tense, on the lookout for an exit

but i'll stick around until dawn falls, when you can't sleep

the space between two texts is silent,

a love note

Poems for Her : Episode IV

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i'll write, all right

i'll flash the torchlight in search of Jupiter

twenty-nine days and still no sign

I'll write, all right

just a crumb chance and i wonder

how my wits would hold up

oh, i'll write, all right

my last ego decimation trick up my sleeve

i'll write until i'm twenty-three

somehow the counting gets to me

it don't matter how many chords yet to stroke

the notes are everywhere, just like stardust

for the briefest moment there i thought i had me fooled

words, numbers and music will save me; sweepstakes

(wish it wasn't my last card minding the steps; checkmate)

it could be a brook or a river i have to ford

if i don't make it across, i'll build me a palace

at the bottom, with a stuffed fireplace and a winery

i'll write about heaven and the smell of vanilla

how the race to the mountaintop is not unfamiliar

so these poems will be all that's left when i'm done

i'll write, all night

till i've used up all my dry runs and the batteries