From My Arms

Written April 12, 2009

There are lights
So many lights
On this star-lit night
Full of wondrous life

I’ll be right behind you
Everything will be okay
There’s no need to cry
Everything will be okay

It’s hard to see passed what’s falling
I don’t even wanna blink
Maybe it’ll help if I call on
Just one or two more drinks

There are lights
Too many lights
On this star-lit night
Full of wondrous life

What’s that supposed to mean
What are you trying to tell me
I can’t do this on my own
What are you trying to tell me

Don’t take the babies from my arms
She’s too little for me to let go, let go
Don’t take her to the cold
Don’t take her to the cold
He’s too little for me to let go, let go
Don’t take him to the cold
Don’t take him to the cold

These balloons are the hues of the blues in the night
The ocean of color brings wonder of life
The past and the present and the future of you
How I’ll never get to see the things that you’ll do

Photography by freestocks.org, from Unsplash

And The Ash

Written December 03, 2008

The red light’s flashing and the noise is blaring but there ain’t nobody home
At least not in his head, he’s just lying in bed
Beads of sweat dripping off his own
He took half the bottle to knock him out so that he couldn’t feel the heat
Curled up in a ball, away from it all
For when it crumbled to his feet

He could cry
He could cry to himself about the failure he’d become
He could die
He could die inside, left to himself, alone

Take what you can, he screamed
Take what you must, he cried
I don’t mean to be this way
But I can’t live with myself another God damned night

Take all possessions, get out and go
As far away as you can
‘Cause after tonight there’ll be nothing left
Except for me and the ash
Except for me and the ash

Beams were hitting the floor with thunderclaps but he didn’t seem to mind
‘Cause there ain’t no man in this fatal plan
That could make it to him in time
Upon the ceiling the fog is rising, without a call to the savior fleet
He just planned to fall, away from it all
For when it crumbled to his feet

He could cry
He could cry to himself about the failure he’d become
He could die
He could die inside, left to himself, alone

Get out children, he screamed
Get out love, he cried
I don’t mean to be this way
But I can’t live with myself another God damned night

So run out the door, get out and go
As far away as you can
‘Cause after tonight there’ll be nothing left
Except for me and the ash
Except for me and the ash

His eyes began to close
His heart began to fail
He could feel the heat, hear the sound
As it encompassed him all around

For when it crumbled to his feet
He could cry
He could say goodbye

Photography by Sagar Chaudhray, from Unsplash