nice & neat

take this time to breathe again

make it sincere so it can last

the pale tiles take in the heat

but the comfort is never there

hold your breath friend, count to ten

the time is moving way too fast

every shirt folded nice & neat

looking like you really care

awkward silence, what a burden

the easy breeze has already past

this taste in my mouth is ever so sweet

look into my eyes and i will share

tell me why the moon is golden

my reasons are fragile like glass

all the images in my head repeat

falling so fast everywhere

thank you jesus

i’ve been watching you

seen all the things you do

when you smile it hurts

you put everything in reverse

if i am a tree

you are the sun

i think i am free

but i have come undone

you free my soul

if i am a tree

there is this story i’ve been told

of all i can be

i’ve known you for so long

but you’re still my favorite song

you are the most beautiful cat

and i am just a creepy bat

i write on the walls

your heart is so tall

it keeps me afloat

my most favorite boat

thank you jesus

for my memory

the sights i still long to see

thank you jesus

for my hollow head

the simple words that have been said

thank you jesus

you are my jesus

T.I.T.F.D.O.M.L.

you are the first droplets of rain from this oncoming storm

from every direction into the seas of my soul

making your way into the trenches of my home

cutting me open and swallowing me whole

hanging on to the remaining bits of grey

wasting away as pretty flowers take its place

everyday is such a bright & beautiful day

and i am not sure what to make of this place

colours in my brain and shocks through my veins

cigarette smoke slowly killing my lungs

shocks through my veins and colours in my brain

you are a sturdy noose from where i am hung

when you are not here i whither away

floating down clouds keeping me warm

illusions of you and the fields where you lay

your wonderful heart keeps me so warm

i have not a clue what to make of this feeling of elation

afraid i have stumbled onto something too overwhelming

but my eyes stay glued to this brand new sensation

my body grows accustomed to the waters… i think i am staying

the uncertain idiot

i decide my fate like an unsure adventurer
who has come to a fork on the road

shall i flip a coin
or allow the breeze
to lead me on

if the dirt has dug its way
into the soles of my shoes
but my soul is not ready to rest

shall i lay my head down
or build a ship
to take me across

the waters they stretch far and wide
but muddy fields beckon me forth
ready to allow me to sink

time will take me forward
if my feet are willing to shuffle along

while the decisions should be mine
i quite often relent
to the direction the trees line
where the stars are brightest that night
which mountains the birds fly towards

but it is okay
i am quite okay
because being unsure
is just the way i am

being blessed with uncertainty

is just the greatest gift