We're in a car going twenty too fast on the highway, and I don't know where we're headed.

Maybe the headlights will take us to a home where we've never lived or maybe somewhere where the flames aren't as shallow.

Rain has been beating the windows for at least four hours, and I can almost see lightning through all the cigarette smoke.

He says that he can see clearer than ever.

I swear ever since the radio lost signal, I've basically been able to hear the stardust in every shallow breath he takes. 

I can't believe all it took was a broken radio to see him for the kind of words he was meant to be.

The kind that rip apart a person's heart when they finally read them the way they were always meant to be read.

His name is just a noise, and his face is only skin;but the fault lines etched into his bones make me want to believe there are more earthquakes inside him than he thinks.

He makes me want to believe there's something more to life than his fingers wrapping themselves around mine as the car wraps itself around a tree.

Your tired little smiles
and laughs that live a half-life
before blossoming into sighs.
Your spontaneous songs,
sourly smacking notes
from your brain.
Your insane babblings
that whisper sweetly to me.
Your goose-like honk,
signaling the fast approach
of sleep.
Your utterly annoying
playful shrugs.
That's the **** I'll miss...

Thine leaves art wilted, flying to and fro,
And thy limbs reach out as if in sorrow.
"Dost thou not remember what once was held?”
Thy branches crack whilst leaves into dance meld.
The moon doth rise as children’s laughter rings.
Through the night thy old hollow solemnly sings
Of twisted grins and melancholy wolf cries,
And how every man thee meet sadly dies.
But thy eternal heartbreak shall not wane
Thy every breath will be met with pure pain;
Death shall not return thee to its icy grip.
Forevermore, thou shalt bring people to Death.
Until the rope that hangs on thine branch cease,
Cursed to be known only as The Hanging Tree.

Her image shuddered;
Streaks of ebony lightning against the backdrop of 
Cloudless, midnight blue
Muscles tensing, preparing
(A predator on the loose)
She pounced, back arched in 
Feline grace, emerald eyes reflecting the 
Silent spirit of a 
Battle-hardened warrior
Twisting turning mid-air limbs outstretched
Landing with a whisper, the
Imprint of her paw prints humming the distant song of a
Secret moonlit sonata.

Set it all to the side,
All the pain and sorrow you must hide,
Don't let the truth show,
Just smile and sind down low,
For he wants you no more,
And it hurts to the very core,
But to make him happy you must be a friend,
Who knows maybe you will be happy in the end,
Don't smile too much for the wrong message you might send,
He sets across from you,
You just smile because you don't know what else to do,
Your heart races when he smiles back,
But in his eyes something lacks,
He isn't sad or feeling forced now,
He is happy and you wornder how,
Then it hits you like a brick wall,
For a while that smile you haven't seen in a while,
You know that the only way he is happy is when he is away from you.
You run to the bathroom and cry BC thats all you ever do,
You look in the mirror and say the three words you never wanted to say,
"We are through" ,
Never again will it be Edgar and clay

The sky glistens bright

The green grass slightly swaying

Both display beauty


The water shines clear

Causing thoughts to run wild

Reflecting nature


Piercing winds sound loud

Through the forest it does run

Chilling to the bone