I I I I wonder
how deep I will go
far and blue tonight
this night falls victim to be the witness
to you you you you
and I I I I
I am constricted, I am constricted
by you you you you,
to you I'm addicted, to you I'm addicted
to you, yes, to you
-s's.
-s's.
me and you go ahead
put ourselves to shame
we are blissfully led
into a dream that taints
-s's.
you're so pretty, diamond you sit still and shine you don't know what's going wrong you never do most of the time
-s's.
I can't see your art, I don't know what beauty beneath eyes like yours could be, what it looks like, how you’ll love, what you’ll know, why I should follow you home -s’s.
calm me down, drown me in a distant ocean that never gets discovered Deep dark blankets, blue and far and wise and sad Troubled by the mystery of people on land
-s’s.
if I reach for you will I finally know what you’re about? interstellar dust is all you are, why do you act like something else?
-s's.
heaven’s deserted. Hell is at its peak, now I wish it wasn’t Wish that I could sneak out
-s’s.
living isn’t all that’s on my mind…
-s’s.
they used to say don't go spiraling down the hole. now I am here corrupted sweetly, my own soul -s's.
everything I've done keeps me up at night, walking through the gallery hallways of my mind
-s's.
I seem paranormal to you. it only hurts on days when I see your friends come passing by and I will talk like everything is alright but nothing good really comes out then it happens and their petty words turn to fable, all of the rumors that I heard come true a day or two later
-s's.
-s's.
-s's.
I don't know your name and I shouldn't have guessed it
so long as the sunset comes
eerie night and lemonade sun
devoid of hope and embraced in song
I shouldn't have to guess it
-s's.
-s's.
-s's.
I stare into a space where I’ve outrun myself from
It feels too good, I feel it should be worse and less welcoming
but it is honey
engulfing me,
Above me, beneath me, is
a coat of faux fur, a distant melody, and somebody else's warm wish and stolen dream.
your face changes when you think of a memory
Crushed dearly beneath plush blanket, blue sounds awaken
I woke up, morning early brightness
touched the ground and touched my whole face
Cold and white mist enveloped the space within
walking into buildings armored in smells of fresh paper
Sitting softly low rising presence, I am to stay patient,
Wear the act, contract, observe, and write
-s.s.
-you are.
I can twist what I see of you,
attach myself to
a detached empathy warfare life
my weapon of choice is a dream I can turn you into
you are a spaceship way up high
blinking rudely at night
La Vie en Or
Words are singing
down along the lines
I know, I see them jump across the interstate bridge I see life for what it is
Sunset is lonely and its
teasing the rivers
I know, I see light laid on top of the farms
I see life for what it's not
am I so soft and alone as they say that I am, in dreamland?
dream of an ugly diary, destined for the bin
seemed like a pretty thing, a life less full of sin
You swing lowland
back to high
Time and time again
unreal for a town that shies away
and prefers the curtains in the saloon not to sway.
Dust-covered;
you will blow it off
luster drives you where you want
drink, “hello,” and on I wink to the mirror; golden bench, wasted glamor of a reflection, fuzzy distortion, sweet misfortune, lazy little vanity time to yourself.
in the beginning
you were a a puzzle.
unable to figure you out
like a mystery nobody has solved
you were quiet, but then
we’d talk at night until later we’d realized the sun has come up.
you’d made me think about
the charming efforts to get my attention & im here thinking why? why me?
i was surprised, the man who was a puzzle
was finally figured out, but by me.
as we were getting older, you made me think about the clear road ahead of us.
the future i was ready for because you were there with me
now here at the end
and im here by your bedside
reminiscing of our young & reckless selves, as you fall asleep for the last time saying
“you finished your puzzle.”
~c.e
a mind possible of thinking about anything a body fit to run around all day through the fields a age where you feel free to wonder and i’m here reminiscing about yesterday the mind focused on the work the body of a child is all grown up the age where you want to be rebellious and i’m here thinking about today not sure about what to do not sure if you’ll achieve your goals not sure if you’re free to wonder and i’m here wondering about tomorrow ~c.e
im falling because you pushed me, and im mad because you’re so damn adorable. you had to tell me im beautiful and tell me that you want me. you made me fall for you. but are you gonna catch me?
the answer to that is yes. you’re going to be there whenever i need someone, you’re gonna be there at my darkest times, i know that because over the past few weeks of us getting to know each other you’ve shown me that you are gonna catch me..
~c.e