Friday, October 28, 2011

promise land
















I've run up to my borders
and have seen the promise land
it's not this living hell
this place where
the streets are paved with denial
the waters run cool with broken dreams
and in the night
everyone dreams among the shrieks and shudders
of permanent anxiety
I've cut out the middle man
between my vices and I
I've rent the sky in two
and have seen eternity
let me tell ya brother
I'm one misstep away
from joining those eternal ranks
and I don't mind
I've been gazing beyond this place
for so long
every day is a goodbye
my bags were packed
before you even knew my name
there's a shuttle running every minute
I'm ready to go
but you're not letting go of me
you keep telling me
no
today is not a day for goodbye
I keep straying and I keep saying
will you look at that sky
have you ever seen a better sky
to disappear into?

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

bigger and stronger
















Baby girl with a heart full of hate
baby girl you're just getting started
do you like what you see in the mirror
do you believe that things are gonna get better
your eyes reflect the darkness
that you see in me
I'm not going to bend my words anymore
I'm not going away
I don't care how the story ends
but I'm pretty sure I'm going out strange

you have a chance
you have the power
it's in your hand
don't squander it
don't run away
I can tell you where that leads
please keep your chin up
even when you're breaking down
they can sense your weakness
they can smell your fear
you're bigger and stronger now
than they'll ever be
so stay strong
cut down the fools
laugh at the lies
break their bones
look them in the eyes
scatter the shadows
remind them while you're young
that you will never
be pushed around.

Sunday, October 2, 2011

no outlet

















This town feels lonelier every day
this town feels colder every day
this town has served its purpose
a fine place to disappear
I keep telling myself
it's all just temporary
that's a fact I know too well
I grew up lean
at the top of the hill
everything else was a trip downhill
here I am in this empty place
where every face looks the same
where there's really nothing for me to gain
ghosts and daydreams
still walk my vacant street
they had names
but I was never good with names
my time here
is an accumulation of
frustration
impotence
fear
and a sort of perpetual drowning
tomorrow holds promise
but tomorrow has an unrelenting grip
tomorrow is
blunt force trauma
bloodshot eyes
aching joints
protesting sinews
fear in the mirror
whispered prayers
and
tomorrow is itching to meet me.