It's 3am.

Hello friend,
We meet again.
It's funny how,
We mesh and mend.
Eb and flow,
Meeting at my lows.
You're sly like that,
It's like you know.

Hello friend,
I'm awake again.
Did you shake me,
Wake me,
Break me,
So we'd dance again?
Well here I am,
So take my hand.

Hello friend,
Thoughts race again,
Mind paces back and forth,
Like I'm sinking,
Quicksand.
And there you stand,
Won't take my hand.
But whisper,
"Turn your pain into art again."

Hello friend,
Please meet my pen.
My paint brush,
My notepad,
My keyboard...
My voice...
Yet again.

It's 3am.

Morning Thoughts

And as I soak in the morning light,

 and let the taste of coffee linger on my lips, I can't help but think of your hips against mine.

Final Thoughts

When all is said and done,
And the moon no longer reflects the sun,
You take a look around,
Back on the frozen ground,
Face to the darkest skies...
Screaming at the top of your lungs "Why?!"

But you knew it all along,
Your faded woe-like song.
Pushed all that cared away...

Now you're wishing they had stayed.

Dream to Dream

I wake up,
And I wonder...
Are we still chasing each other from dream to dream?

Just Curious

And if you can't get me off your mind,
What's so wrong with spending time?

Are you down?

Girl  you make me think,

Girl, you make me wanna have a drink... 

Girl, you give me dirty thoughts.

Every time we talk,

It takes a turn,

Down this alley, we both adore

A twisting, winding, unknown fun

When we drink,

When we're sober,

When you're words undress me, and your kiss caresses me all over 

We can't deny,

This beautifully, chaotic journey. 

Are down to ride with me? 

Denial

Black t-shirt,
Loose enough to let me breathe,
While huggings my curves as I lay here.

Contemplating this magic I've created,
This manifestation of the New Moon.
What is this beautiful chaos?

Where is the answer?
Is there one?
Or shall we live in denial?