Glow Blue

its like a damp heat.

its warm and inviting.

moist white lightning.

its blinding.

but so sweet.

oh so calmly, we will weep.

until the push is gone.

until the pull feels strong.

move on, moved on.

only to meet, at the same song.

we couldn't leave.

a late light breeze.

i've waited for you.

i couldn't say.

what makes love stay.

but the flame's still blue.

All For One

you've robbed me of another night

another nice, quiet sleep.

you've robbed me of my one true dream.

another restless struggle, deep

runs the well, of stones that tell

the stories of the watermarks.

so high, but dry.

and the grains of salt you poured in,

show at the bottom.

you've robbed me of my wealth,

my health, my real true self.

you've robbed me of my mind,

my eyes, my thoughts, my life.

but i don't mind,

i look in the sky

and see the baby blue horizon.

every bit of my sense, is certain.

you've robbed me of my heart,

this explains it.

that's the most important part.

you take all these things it seems,

can you take the rest of me?

Catcher In The Rye poems for lit

Lie Loud


You think a thought and let it get lost.
Behind your eyes
is a mind full of lies.


You begin to feel sorry about
having your head up in the clouds.
And i can't help but wonder,
when you'll go deaf from the thunder.


The clouds crept down
to fog up this town,
our eyes, our minds.
It's getting quieter now.


Too Far


Creeping. Sleeping.
I'm awake, but it's late.


Late becomes early
as night becomes day.
This dream could go on
forever this way.


This city. It's winding.
The sun rise is blinding.
Time's begun to blend and bend.
When might I be able to meet my end?


Caught Up or Lost?


A child's heart
is innocent,
and curious.


Caught up in this,
field of bliss.


Unaware,
without a scare.


I'll catch you.
I'll catch you.
Still sweet,
we'll meet.


Before the fall,
after it all,
became too tall,
so we couldn't see.

Dear My Love

first the oil dripped out of her mouth.

her eyes dimmed and her hair thinned.

her body went limp, she blended into the crowd.

frost formed on the tip of her nose.

her fingers went numb and her lips felt cold.

life was such a beautiful sight.

a boy blows bubbles and a girl flies her kite.

a kite that flies in a painted sky.

I painted it this time.

with my mind left behind

her heart bled the colors

I used as war paint for mine.

she landed and left with her feet off the ground.

leaving behind an unfamiliar sound.

machinery replaced the warmth I knew.

the gears turned and grinded,

until she was no longer you.