Ghost Figures

Ghost Figures

In the night
The
Smoke
And
Mirrors

All closing
The shadows
Interchanging
But
No one
Accepting
The role
Of
Responsibility

And now
15 years
As if
It
Isn't
Enough
Ostracized
Exiled
Now
To be
Welcomed back
Parades
Honoring
the
Dis service
Of

Solitude
Abandonment

My Sister

My Sister

My sister
I've never
Had
But I'd
Think
Twice
Before I
Told a lady
Anything
Except
Her

Blood brothers
From
Another
Mother
Yet
Not
even though
I'd call
And defend
Her as
My own

Grew up
Apart
Yet in
the same
Lifeline
Just miles
Distanced
Away

To the
Advice
Given
And
Advice
Refused
Tough love
Respected
to the
End

For she
My sister
If not
From my
Mother
Yet
A sister
More than
A sister
Could
Ever
Be

Transatlantic Goodbyes

Transatlantic Goodbyes

Paralyzed
By
Transatlantic
Flights
Trips accross
Love lines

Closing
Your eyes
But it
Burns
From the lack
Of sleep
Or tears
For which
You can't
Produce
Anymore

Just
Like
Love
That feeling
She can't
Or won't
Produce
For you

Economy comfort
Doesn't
Bring comfort
To your
Fears
Turned
Into
Dreams
Only
Reality
When
You awake

Cabin pressure
Pressured
Thoughts
Over her
With
No place
to go

Transatlantic
Flights
Means
Good bye
For now
Good bye
Forever

Happy Birthday Halloween

Happy Birthday Halloween 

Tickets to
Flights
Just airline
Miles
Cashed
Rather

Not me but
Birthdays
I'd rather not
Celebrate
Alone

Expensive
Drinks
For expensive
Women
Who
I hate

But
Shirts
That
Fade
One color
Not short
Skirts

Dress apparel
Dress down
Becuase
Fuck

Halloween
Is hateful
Lust
Dressed in
Lingerie

Drink
Up
Stare
Down

And tomorrow
Get out
Of
Town 

Vegas

Vegas

Drinks I drink
Bring out
The best
Thoughts in

Nights that
Can be
Relateable
To the
Opposite sex

Except
I grow
Weak
Kneed
At the
Thought
Of being

Self
Sufficient
Except
in my
Thoughts

Liquid
Courage
Excites
The evening's
Festivities
Except
I'd rather
Text
than
Speak

For my voice
Slurs
My thoughtful
Confidence
Once
Witty
Now just

Hazy
Like my
Eyes

Women
I'd aspire to
Have
Until
My sobering
Eyes
Make
Contact
With
Reality

Hotel
Pillows
Two beds
Worth

Enough
Not to
Feel
Worthless
But crowded
Overwhelmed and
Lucky
I guess

But at least
The drinks
Were free
And the
Vegas lights
Were
Bright

For without
Either
I'd
Truly be
Alone

Sleeping Over

Sleeping Over

There's not
A lot of
Good that comes
Out of it
Or us

Sleeping over
While
Trying to
break old
Habits
Trying
To break

From her
Grasp
in the
Morning
Tangled
In sheets

Cold
When I touch
Her
But colder
When I let
Go

So
Under the
Covers
Making eye
Contact
Looking
At her
At her
Most

Vulnerable
With out
As I am with
Her

And
Morning breakfast
Coffee
Patios
Crepes
How
the

French
That she
Speaks
I'll never
Understand

But
I understand
This
that
The door
Will
Always
Be

Open
To the
Thought
of not
Letting
Her in
The next
Night
Tonight

Blue Skies and Sunny Days

Blue Skies and Sunny Days

On the sunny
Day
In the field
The parks
Vast
Green space

I left her
Even though
We still
Held hands
I left her
In my mind

Already
Disappearing
In thought 

Cloudless
Like
My mind
Spotless
Of her
And her
Thoughts

Wiped
Clean
The
Tapestry of
Memories
Ideas

For as if
Letting go
Was that
Easy

Even
If
I didn't want
 To

Even if
I have
Yet
  To