Xibalba

Aug 19

Tue, 19 Aug 2008 23:51:24 -0400

it’s not anything new,

but you’re a disease.

it’s hard to build

walls to keep you out

when you’re the ground

i walk upon.

Aug 18 (white houses)

Mon, 18 Aug 2008 20:00:00 -0400

Crashed my car when the sun sunk low

this little four door with some weathered friends

Stay out too late, and I won't win
We promise each other it's til the end 
Now we're swimming in the dark
It's the three of us 
bats flying low after the dusk
I can't resist the pain 
No, I can't resist the pain 

 Someone sits out and it's no pose
'Cause taut skin shivers and god you know
fairy tale endings are halfway homes and
I'm so excited, I haven't showed it 
And they're so silent, and they're obscured
maybe we're something that needs no words
The summer's all in bloom 
The summer is ending soon 

It's alright and it'd be nice not to be so alone
But I hold on to my secrets on black couches. 

Maybe I'm a little bit over my head
I come undone at the first sight of threads
And I'm looking for things that don't exist
I was just in love, and i knew it was the first 
We sleep in my car's black leather seat 
The smell of gasoline in the summer heat 
Boy, we're going nowhere fast 
It's better in the past 

It's alright
And I put myself in these places
But I hold on to my secrets on black couches
Love, or something ignites in my veins 
And I pray it never fades on black couches

my first time, hard to explain
hoped for love, and now i want it far away
On a rainy day, it's more common than you think
a decision i'll never have to make 

Maybe you were all faster than me
You never thought of what we could be 
These silly little wounds will never mend
I feel so far from where I've been 
So I go, and I will not be back here again
I'm gone as the day is breaking on black couches 
I lie, put my injuries all in the dust 
In my heart is the two of us 
On black couches

And you, maybe you'll remember me
What we gave is ours to keep 
on black couches
on black couches

on black couches

Aug 17

Mon, 18 Aug 2008 19:28:59 -0400

let’s spin this story

show them the strings,

let’s hypnotize everyone

who glances upon our

silver leaves. because

nothing is sacred in a

world blanketed in ash.

Aug 16

Mon, 18 Aug 2008 19:12:00 -0400

mellow melodrama

permeates, drains

and leaves stains

wherever it flows.

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Aug 15

Sat, 16 Aug 2008 00:00:36 -0400

assume but you won’t,

your brain is scattered,

thrown against the wall.

you’re not the person to

talk to, there isn’t really

anyone.

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Aug 14

Fri, 15 Aug 2008 01:31:00 -0400

perfection, is

attainable,

but not for long.

Aug 13

Wed, 13 Aug 2008 23:24:47 -0400

and it came to me,

like a bus in the snow,

that i could change my

mind. innate was now

acquired. parasites

that latched on when

i was walking through

the forest. you’re the

last parasite, and i’m

not sure how to feel

anymore.