I want to run
feel the sunshine on my back
as I sprint down the western highway
footfall upon footfall
the sun will not fall
instead it leads me onward perpetually
like a guiding hand
Letting me know
it's okay to run
and never look back

It's been a while since I've slept
A tranquil slumber, my escape escapes me.
mind running like a river, loud like rapids
holding my breath as it pulls me under.
choke on water, death is lurking, the irony is beautiful.
It's been a while since I've written
a painful thunder, my escape escapes me.

Friday freedom
Monday malice
Drain tomorrow's
Sacred chalice

Yester-yearning
Today is bleak
Suppose I'll wait
Another week.

In the absence of everything,
I felt a sheer yet painful bliss.
I longed for stimulation.
A soft breeze from a drafty window,
the whizzing of a broken furnace,
the shriek of the floor as it was pranced upon.
But all of these things would not be enough.
I am lonely because the hour is lonely.
But maybe we're not so lonely, because we're both here together.
The hour and I are not alone
because we both are lonely.

I write the words.
You decide their meaning.
The music is mine,
The lyrics are yours.

Words can move mountains
Weathering away every grain of dirt
and every gram of rock.
Time is their ally.

Building mountains elsewhere,
creating a whole new paradise.
New valleys and new peaks
awash with possibility.

Debris blanketed the plains.
The same mountain lay diluted.
Except now it was anyone's to venture.
My mountain lay in ruins.

Rubble could be rummaged.
From it, castles were built.

Silence did not sanction.

I just want to be moved.

I fought from fear
fought for it as well.
Quarreled with love,
in hatred I dwelled.
Hiding in smiles,
always laughing last.
One can never
shove too soon; steadfast.