It’s Cold & I Wish It Was Warmer….

So, I had to build a fire.


CRISP AIR AGAINST THE WALLS
OF MY LUNGS, AND THEY FALL
LIKE THE DEW UPON THE LEAVES
fire girlCRUMPLING BENEATH MY FEET.

AS I WALK, MY MIND IS RACING.
& MY BREATH IS ALWAYS PACING.
CAUSE I’M STUCK IN THE MOMENT THAT I FEEL,
BUT I’M LOST IN CROWDS THAT CAN’T BE REAL.

ALL EYES LOOKING FOR THE DAWN,
TRYING TO ESCAPE ALL THE WRONGS
THAT ARE SIMULTANEOUSLY CRAWL-ING
FROM THE GRINS OF SMUG GOBLINS

…THAT WILL SOON TURN TO STONE

AND ITS COLD OUT HERE – ALL ALONE.
BUT AT LEAST I’M BEING STRONG.
THROWING STICKS, STONES, AND KINDLE
ON THIS FIRE THAT IS MY WILL…


CAUSE I KNOW WHEN FLAMES GO OUT:
I WILL BURN.

Come Back

Like a prodigal Son....

people come and go, this i surely know

but i’m tired of empty holes in portraits on the wall

where pretty faces used to be

i hide my cigarettes in mum’s bushes

because she doesn’t like to see the ruins

scattered across her drive

like the ashes in my eyes

where there used to be a fire

and i ask myself “wheres home?”

this isn’t the one i’ve known

too many years i’ve been gone

now returned- the prodigal son

i never knew i was the lost one

cause my pictures always hung

by the entrance in the hall

until the day i came home

slammed the door too hard

and it fell from the wall

now the cracks in the glass

cast a reflection that lasts

screaming, “come back- come back”