I Will Race You Standing Still

I'd drive all night, or fly anywhere, just to be on your side. Us against them forever. Its ok to be scared. Even Jesus flinched.

You leave such a sweet taste in my mouth. If love was enough I'd wrap it around you just for decoration.

I have no one left to run to either. Sleep well. Tomorrow has us written all over it.

I've got a new years resolution that includes your happiness. Meet me on the corner of 49th and Broadway.

I Count In Steps, The Distance To You

She's the comet on the other end of my telescope. She is my satellite, and it's so much easier when we are far away. Don't get to close, just circle back around tonight and we'll collide in silence. And when the sun comes up again we can separate as if nothing happens between us.

This is the hundredth time that I've written for you, because I've thrown 99 away. Don't look now, but here comes the rest of our lives.

Hayley

I'm dying not to hurt you. I've left directions on your windshield to our happiness, it's half off if you bring a four-legged friend or two. I heart the way that you make it ok to feel "on" empty. A reserve tank for the lost, as heavy as the sky can hold.

Two bodies lying in the grass behind the church, frozen late night. We were just trying to steal away body heat from each other as we huddled closer together. Our limbs intertwined like slender tree branches, beneath the fall skyline.

The constellations seemed to swirl and change as we lay perfectly still. Try to pretend that the galaxy didn't revolve around us at that moment. Last night is the frame of reference for my infinity.

AllWeKnowIsFalling

Pennies From Heaven

Fell asleep waiting for inspiration to come home. Woke up the next morning with her head on my lap.

I'm burning all of the remaining good will that I had towards you, and praying that the smoke will fill your eyes just long enough to wet them. At least then I could pretend that you have any emotion left.

Lowered fresh roses and my innocence into the ground without you. I'm now wide awake and aware of where your heart is. Selfish heartbeats don't resonate. Possession is nine tenths of the law. I'll see you in court for my heart.

MostlyLiterally

October Spawned A Monster

From this window you would see the sun, while I'd only point out the burning.

Airports as a means to closure. Up and down... 30,000 feet feels so much better than we ever did. What we had was a novelty. Forever my mistake.

Write back to where we started from and put it in the mail. I've left no forwarding address. I needed you to hold my hand this week but you only offered a fist. It's as if you went to war and forgot to come back home(with me). I'll bury all of this on my own. Besides, life has never been a true companion either.

Fell in bed. Fell in love. Pressed my nose against the glass of her shower door and peered out at the rest of the world and felt ok again.

The things that broke me down a year ago are just a shrug now. If you really knew the things between me and her, it would set off a chemical reaction between your heart and lungs. It would pit countries of lust against one another.

Even Shakespeare would encrypt this love story.

The only thing that pulls me through is the fact that this is real. Even when your head is spinning and your heart is still fluttering... I'm on the inside. Let's blow out their candles and steal their wishes.

"fairytales don't always have a happy ending..."

Marshmellow Hearts In Your Cereal

Thin morning fingertips skim over the nights dry lips for a trace of last kisses. It's more than a vow of secrecy. I felt so alone as I memorized every fold and wrinkle in the sheets where we slept next to each other. We both know that lips mean so much more than the follow through.

My head is where your wishes go when they fall short of being granted. So please take it easy on me and be careful what you wish for from here on out.

"Isn't it messed up, how I'm just dying to be him?"

I just want to be near the stars in your eyes.

Let's Go On A Livin' Spree

I'ma get on this TV momma... Pirouette next to a baby grand piano. Please send all of my troubles in reverse.

Notes on being authentic: The eyes have it but the knife still has my back.

I haven't figured out this graceful aging thing so well just yet and for that I'm sorry babe. My heart is beyond clumsy... but I love you in a holding your hair back kind of way.

I just want to dip my toes into death to see if it's a warm bath.

A Modern Day Buster Casey

There are hundreds of ways to escape a soul-less life. Airplanes, bottles, a note of farewell. As the clock spins, so does the room. Find yourself somewhere in the balance and come back to life for me. I've become so obsessed with resuscitation's that I manipulate my lungs with thoughts of you. I have every muscle in my body working overtime just so that my heart has a friend.

Just because I know how to make your makeup run doesn't mean I'm going to. Say so long to salvation. The head behind this heart, behind this pen, is making noise to break the silence.... just to watch arteries spill love onto my hands... that I'll use to finger paint this town red.

The Kansas City Howl

Nolita fairy tales for all to hear. Nothing compares to a Midwest thunderstorm. It's enough to rattle foundations and that little thing beating in your chest.

Everything about this place is a dream sequence to me. But they still call it home so I try as hard as I can to bat at the blurry, fog-like film that guards my vision to make myself worthwhile to them.

I dressed in black and red today, but only to support my team. Me and old Chuck Palahniuk... reading and writing ourselves til' death. A year ago just took my breath away. I want to write it all like I used to.

MyNameIsAFourLetterWord

I Love The Way You Have With Me

How I've been feeling is sunsets everywhere. And there is only one set of eyes that could turn me right around. I just want to get home to them. Even if they're pre-occupied. I just want to make you dizzy and to give you headaches. I want to be a part of what you need to get by.

We're just like a movie based on a book... almost, but not quite as good.

I feel shut out in the cold when we're apart... in my head only.... like it's dark and my eyes have not adjusted yet.

Everything we do is watched and recorded, so lets try finding some new exits and new ways to time it all out. Let's give them something real this fall.

Titles Are For Tombstones

This place will forever be my losing streak. Goodbyes in the form of "remember whens."

"What should be's" and "should have beens"... That's what is running through my veins today.

I'm pretty sure that you'll pass me at 30,000 feet. It could have been the steam on the bathroom mirror, but I'm pretty sure I caught a glimpse of you being measured for you're wings.

I can't write this feeling away.

Glamour Kills

Learning so much about commitment, that it has me flying solo. If hearts were the homeless they'd still sleep under newspapers that bare our headlines. They might appreciate them more though.

Every street corner is the same.. Just another chance to ask for direction.

Main street USA left me open.

Rumors, stories, covers. They're all beyond my concern. I'm just clawing my way towards something thats better than this.

Theres so much irony in the fact that when its all gone I'll inherit it all. I'd trade everything for one more shot from the start. I'm just the remains of a 2 for 1 deal gone bad.

I'm afraid of headlines and the way they falsely strip me of everything without notice. I just crave my pillow and your company.

I can't even connect with the Internet, yet alone with my heart. This is all written on cardboard paper that was supposed to teach me how to access the outside world, yet its all I have to capture this.

Your were nothing more than a prize fighter last night. The promoter has your check so just take the fall and collect. I never laced up my gloves anyway.

Designer Drugs And Designer Friends

I love girls with Brooklyn haircuts. I'll be their fan club. Stick around and see how it ends. I doubt that you will ever be that good-for-nothing friend that I crave.

You've gotta pay your way back into this heart. I'm not putting you on the list or calling ahead. Opposite sides of the velvet rope in my chest.

Honey, I'm old news. That's why I need new jokes and have unlisted friends. You're doing this for you. Egotistical eclipse... that's what we've all become. We are too fast for love.

Success has its price...are you hearing this? I'm dumbing myself down to fill you with doubt. I know it's just a game, but I'm playing it to win. Someone saved me from the sound of my own voice this afternoon. Can't you tell that they're all dying? If the world is ending, I'm throwing the party. You'll get it soon enough.

Vas a ver que yo te guardo.

ICameHereToMakeYouDanceTonight

We're All Just Trying To Out-Live Our Parents

I'm certain that I didn't shoot the President... but for some reason I'm being treated as if I did. Sure, I'm willing to play along... In fact, it's brought me to the realization that I have friends that are much deeper than any pocket you've drawn upon. Money changes everything around me. I've worn both jerseys.... and I still pray to never be traded. It's cute... the way that you have allowed numbers to define your success.

I'm watching my heart dig it's own grave. Clogging it's very arteries. A race horse that is worth more as feed. Thanks for the Derby, but you'll mean more in print.

I meant every word that I cried into my pillow last month. And I know how great it makes you feel to share them with everyone.

I'm leaving now to share a mattress with your biggest regret of all.

WhatNow

"It's Only A Paper Moon"

I finally turned the corner, and you know how I like to write it down. I need something more than a "magic" mark(h)er for this entry. I'm beyond tired of people rubbing off... I need something permanent... besides I bought you some flowers too, but they died on the way.

Pressed my face up against the glass in the shower of her bedroom this afternoon, and peered out at the world through the smear my nose made. I knew immediately that it was going to be better for everyone involved if you would just soak yourself in whatever it is that's getting you by/off, and if you would just extinguish our flame with the same liquid. (run on sentences = you mean it more)

My next great novel is my escape from this. I haven't felt this alive in months. Superman without his cape and such. Lighter shoulders. I'll write it better than we ever felt it. Who knows.... maybe you'll make the charts again next Spring.

This is not a social experiment, these shoulders pinned down with pinpoint accuracy. I'm only here for the transitions. James Dean without the looks... that's how I'm living. I've met soMEbody too.

Now if you could kindly point my headlights towards the lamp post to wrap my loneliness around, I'll gladly be on my way.

Today the world spins, but for all the wrong reasons. Woke up to find the clover leafless. You we're the north, and my heart was the compass. You had a magnetic pull that was all your own.

My life continues to be a succession of people saying goodbye. Somewhere in NY publisher's are rejoicing.

ImAlwaysHereForYou

I Want To Keep You Under My Pillow And Out Of My Head

It's not that she is detached, it's just that she is not attached to me. I sent her white roses to represent the heart before it bled apart. I look better drowning anyway. It's my fate.

For now you're smile is just a magnet glued to the refrigerator door. A constant reminder that the path of self-destruction was a circle. I'll hang up before you tell me you won't be back, and disconnect in case you never call again.

Animate our words and skip to 'goodbye.'