hey orpheus

We stood beside
A frozen sea
I saw you out
In front of me
Reflected light
A hollow moon
Oh Orpheus

Its over too soon

empty room

said your name
in an empty room
something I would never do

I'm alone again

when I'm by myself
I can be myself
and my life is coming
but I d o n 't k n o w w h e n

you were burning out,
you're black
and gray

something I
would
never
say

(I'm alone again)

wire your thoughts/brought down in line

you keep me shooting stars
you keep me falling back
with bodies all burnt
everything buried underground

now my life has overgrown
whatever kids said I could be
whatever mom thinks I want
nothing matters

falling back,
prisioner of your endless circle
the sparks flare, flowers whither and die

so will you
so will I
and any hope of mine
it will be lost at sea

with the moon and the stars
how you want it
how I want it,
who chooses where to stand?


I keep
shooting at
stars,

and failing
to aim
at your heart

Myles, the archetype

There are lots of superficial archetypes in the same room. Adolescence itself gives way to their formation: we all need labels. 

Myles was exactly that. 

Sonnets, William Shakespeare (extract)

When forty winters shall besiege thy brow

And dig deep trenches in thy beauty's field,

Thy youth's proud livery, so gazed on now,

Will be a tatter'd weed, of small worth held:

Then being ask'd where all thy beauty lies,

Where all the treasure of thy lusty days,

To say, within thine own deep-sunken eyes,

Were an all-eating shame and thriftless praise.

countdown

I feel like I should detach
from all the friends I've made
from all the people who've wronged me
from all the people I've failed

this could be dangerous and foolish
but I feel it is the only way I can go.

my reasons are pure
I know I am sad
and I don't want it to show.

and also because
I can be blind to other people's
happiness when I haven't
got my own.

it won't be permanent
at least it's not intended now
I'll see what happens
maybe I will reach out

in two weeks I've changed
a little, but enough
to know that maybe
this is not what I want.

so I'll swim in my
inner sea
against the tide and wind
maybe there I'll be free

and I will finally learn
how to forgive.

slowly mutating to tumblr now!

click click click

why am I laughing. I shouldn't be laughing

If I go on complaining like this
I'll waste what I have left of this life

look at me, here I am
drunk at eleven p.m.
complaining about blue eyes
loving green, not mine

which is fine
by the way I'm not hurt
I'm just
yeah
well
I don't
well maybe I'm hurt

why complain?
jesus, times will sure
be bright ahead
you won't define me
neither will she

(though it does feel
like a stab in the back
ha)