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.

Milk and Cookies

Milk and cookies

are the classics caked on

to the stories unwraveled

during love's long yawn.

And we push on

through the times we write

our sweet summer songs,

and the dead of winter

when love's seemingly long gone.

But milk and cookies

remind us that loves never gone.

It's just a pause we feel, like a brief yawn

in the middle of a story

meant to soothe someone's anger

with all the world's wrongs.

And if the cookie crumbles

during the dip,

you'll find it at the bottom

after a few more sips.

Where The Song Belongs

I need to free the bird

its sweet song went unheard

it tried to sing the melody

now it can't wait for you to leave.

And it'll fly fly away,

might live life someday.

It'll lift me by my heart's strings

carry me while it sings, and swings those wings

with the rythm of reality,

the feeling of fatality.

So break, off

let the bags go drop

and don't bother worrying

about if it'll suddenly stop.

Because balloons all pop

and all diamonds cost a lot.

Some things just won't ever change

so don't get too hot.

But the bird's one word

it got stuck in my head

it said, "if you think bitter, makes better,

i'll tell you something else instead"

"the only truth in life, is that you're blood bleeds red,

anything more than that was purposefully left unsaid"

And if you believe in that,

you'll learn that life was begat

by the brain 'neath the skull cap

worn to cover whereat,

your dreams are all real.

You don't question how you feel

because this state of mind is inanely ideal.

It's where you'll fly fly away,

might live life someday.

It's where you can create,

and be great,

and be left to narrate,

what you want to happen

so you won't become irate.

But the bird's gone mad

beats it's wings so sad.

Because it never really had

what made it more than glad.

It loved flying on the wind

but the walls caved in.

It's got a song to give

but it got trapped within.

But don't fret, or fear,

For it'll fly fly away,

might live life someday.

I'm sure it wont stay,

And it'll all be ok.

Street Smart

I cut the ties, in my mind

drew up the draw bridge

that you used to drive by

You were too scared to cross it

I guess you thought you lost it

just the confidence, 'cause when the pain came

you winced.

You cried in, laughed out.

Out loud, and it seems now

that you're all about

being up, down

and going all around.

Well listen to me now

'cause I could tell you how

this life you live will get worse

if you keep calling without

knowing the voice

on the other line, on the other side

of the very thin line, that you crossed

when you toyed with mine.

I wish that I could say

it won't happen again,

but when I send,

false hopes, I tend to pretend

I feign and I fake. My heart's one mistake

is when it makes me take,

a second look when it creates

that love in my veins,

pumping into my brain,

so I could only the think of one way,

one game to play.

And if I win one day,

I just might say,

I'm sorry for ever having acted this way.