Showing posts with label 08-02. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 08-02. Show all posts

Thursday, March 20, 2008

Sublime.

I've been praying for these to be the words
To bring you back to life
No verb, no sound, gives you justice
There is nothing I can write

But maybe a few more lines will spill out
Maybe I can make it speak
Of your jacket, your car, the way you are
The one night of sleep

I want to remember your voice
The way you opened doors
You walked right through
Nothing stopped you
And now it's all gone
I want to see your eyes again
Your smile woke me everyday
Our whispers, the liquor
I always miss it
When the Sublime vinyl plays

I cannot bring you back to life
With every ink stain
Nothing compares to your soul, your being
I can't write away this pain.

Bleed blue.

Breakin' through these mountains fast
A steal away from buried past
When everything whispers his lost name
When colors scream and people blame
To take it back, would it be I
Who points fingers, let words fly?
I can not help but breathe in guilt
I can not help but miss the voice,
his hands,
his shirt.
I can not help but miss him
I can not help them.
If red can scream, it yells in you
It breaks my skin
As you bleed blue
I pray in your syllables
Every voice answers
I hear your name--face
I'm lost, I lost the chase
I can not, will not, escape your past
Weaving through these mountains, fast.

Shadowplay.

Slow dances in the dark
Shadows play across the sheets
Recalling old broken hearts
Being burnt out by the heat
A firelight--a soft glow
A thousand sharp points ahead
We take our drags, a thousand slow
Keep the lights off on our bed

Take me now, take me please
I swear this is all I ever need
A night drive and my best friend
Let's promise to not let this end
I swear you are all I ever need
Take me please.