Shape shifters beware
Even men will howl tonight
Bewitched by moonlight

Tired of hiding
I'm sick from the drafts
Time to go outside
Taste sunshine and laugh
Had enough of erasing
I keep murdering words
Time to release them
So they'll soar with the birds
And if no earthling likes them
If no one shows love
It's their apathy that's the problem
Not what I'm made of
My past may not be pretty
My future unseen
Because I come from where I'm going
And I'm lost somewhere between

So your heart's on fire
Mine's just gonna chill
I have no red-hot desire
But I got time to ****

Yesterday I went to the county fair
I hadn't been in years
And I swear after half an hour
I was almost in tears
The pizza was soggy
Hot dogs just awful
And since when did fried dough taste like falafel?
The rides took the whole day to get on
But once you finally made it
they were 2 minutes long
It was hot and sweaty and I saw lots of puke
I guess that was a bonus
but certainly no fluke
The cows were still cows
waving their ***** in the air
So I played some games, ran out of money
And left without the giant bear

Never mind the time
We should listen to the sun
Abide by her shine

It's true you're a monster most of the time
The other few moments you're gracious and kind
Those are the moments the world gets to see
But the fangs and the vileness, well that's just for me

Poor Count Dracula
He nicked himself while shaving
But doesn't know it

When I don't answer
There is no question
When I say nothing
Nothing was said
When I'm at ease
There is no tension
When I don't bleed
I can't see red

She muttered words nobody would ever hear
Her cubicle scarred her for life
Putting staples in the stapler was the final straw
The monotony of it was stifling
She left
Nobody ever noticed
Now she lives deep in the woods
among giant trees that speak to birds
She's got not much use for words
She hacks down the dead ones
so new life can grow
She's the world's best woodcutter
Far superior to any other
But nobody will ever know

Next to an old brown tree
Under a new pink sky
I found a younger version of me
The one who used to fly

Next to new concrete
Under an old pocked moon
I found an older version of me
The one who'll falter soon

Next to you right now
Under a peach fuzz sun
I found peace somehow
And for a moment didn't run

I latched onto the beast as it took off with a pounce
And I gave all I had pound for pound ounce for ounce
And just as I thought I had reached the beast's head
I looked up and was under the belly instead

My motto is keep writing
but I forget to read
Which takes away from others
what I also need
So thanks for taking time
I may not have taken for you
I promise to be more thoughtful
and at least enjoy the view

Jays practice ballet
Nuthatch master acro dance
Doves do the Charleston

Don't mix *** with poetry
as similar as they may be
Within the folds of satin words
are ******* phrases best not heard
So be careful because just one chapter
Could close the book forever after

Here it's gold and warm
Always smells of summer storms
This place is peaceful

I still cling for life
To what died by my own hands
Dreams reduced to sand

The birds have all left
Oh how I wish I were one
Live to chase the sun

I lay down at night in my bed all alone and my thoughts turn to you
Your bones were worn and your flesh a bit marked, certainly not brand new

And sometimes you creaked as I found my place between your shoulder and your arm
I remember feeling like we were all that exists and that I could never be harmed

Your rhythmic breath soon turned into a roar that rumbled up from the deep
And it comforted me with its familiar sound and lulled me right to sleep

Now as I lay wide eyed on a pillow top that may as well be cement
And crisp new sheets that rough up my skin I wonder where you went

Those days are long gone and I know it's my fault as I toss and turn all night
And a flowering quilt that came out of a box is all that holds me tight

I realize I don't have many prerequisites for love
Devotion, truth, transparency?
None of the above
Turns out I'm pathetic as a human being can be
I promise to love you
if you promise to love me

Life is an adventure book
It's not like I'm not trying
Seems whatever page I choose
I always end up dying

You'd never how small it feels
to be murdered by words
Time I pick my happy ending
and live life in reverse

What's the rush my dear?
Hold me while I do dishes.
Whisper in my ear

You ever notice that
the stars spell your name wrong
Or how clouds never
sculpt your eyes right?
That birthmark you hide
from the world is gone
In this Moon's light

The Sun never captures
your face as you wake
The wind merely
whispers your song
Nature is perfect
in almost every way
But she always gets you wrong

The ocean answers to the moon
The moon answers to the sun
The sun answers only to time
And time answers to no one

I've been living too much to write
Instead of writing too much to live
Now I know why I hid in plain sight
Amongst frilly words and mad libs

He gets very lonely writing for an audience of one

It's tiring knowing the ending before it's even begun

And he claims that he just does it for fun

But deep down he knows he wants to please everyone

Hypnotized by fire
Lost in its brutal beauty
Calmed by its chaos