Don't you float away...

I move, cutting through the breeze,
My mind is racing but having a hard time keeping up.
My feet pound the ground hard,
Like the powerful heartbeat of the ghost next to me.
The ghost of a girl who once took each step with mine,
Keeping pace and saving me with every smile.
Seven miles and I still haven't gotten anywhere,
It sounds a little too familiar to think about.
Relentlessly running, the clear night sky opened up,
And rained down reason on me.
Stretching my arms to catch a falling moon,
To keep the night around for just a while longer.
I stand beside the morning,
Making wishes that you could stand alongside me.
As the sky goes black,
My legs stop pushing forward and lead me back.
I know where I'm going now,
I just don't know how to get there.

---<~.oOo.~>---

Keep breathing.
Sorrow is a funny thing.
Especially to someone that can't show it well.
Regret is a word used too often.
I was running to (from) your words.
My own found me again.
While I was out your name fell from the list.
I should have said it earlier.
My mistake.
Like all of them.
Do things still haunt you?
Does the slightest thing remind you?
It does me.
In a good way every time.
Not just sometimes.
This is me out there.
As far as I usually get before I fall.
Formality is overrated.
Let's have a summer.
Water slides and midnight drives.
Upside down hearts can't trust right anyway.
Come see the world through my lens.
We'll take over the town.
Making headlines like celebrities.
Can we be the (re)cover story?
Tune in next week.
My eyes are wide and not closing.
"She was a wreck but he loved her."
The words are flashing.
I'll be here.
Waiting to see if you get this message in a bottle.
"She was wreck but so was he."
Consider this my throw into the ocean.
Splash.

Oo.dm.oO

Don't call my name out your window, I'm leaving..

It always gets harder to come in early,
Chasing after words when they won't come to you.
Bring that cigarette to your vodka lips,
Let me bum a smoke to burn down what we built up,
Can you hum a note from the songs we used to sing?
Is this the last time we'll ever feel ok?
I'm thinking of our best kiss,
Dreaming of a death wish.
These words have become bars-
Break me out.
Take me out.
Build a bridge across my attention span.
Making advances like the military.
Fighting for a chance to get back what we lost.
It's harder to find things that don't remind me,
so don't remind me.
We'll sit and wait for someone else to do just what we want to.

dm.

Sending Postcards from a Plane Crash (Wish You Were Here)

Our big star rises on a new day,
But something so familiar comes with it,
Somehow staying up to watch the night turn to day
Just means a little more like this.
Midnight conversations are already sleeping,
Four a.m. conversations are where the real party is.
A bittersweet reunion for my ears
With words I can't help but love to hear.
Talking of gods and religion,
But thinking of things that are probably even more far-fetched.
It feels like we're already climbing mountains,
Maybe we can get to the summit one day.
It seems that even while holding what you want
You can't really have it.
A perfect summer night follows me around,
Making plans for future visits.
Nostalgia vs. Memory- Who will prevail?
They're both fighting for the same team.
Eyes like miles of highway,
Seeing barely to the horizon with so much left to explore.
Invisible force pulling me toward a wonderful collision,
Stopped and repelled by opposing forces.
Chances gone but hope still remains close by,
Don't forget to write.

dm

Destination: One block outside of my head

The dead never stay buried,
Especially not in my head.
How could I feel so dark
When the sun is out at noon?
I feel caught; found out.
A delayed reaction, perhaps.
It's claustrophobic in this room
Like the humidity is crowding me in,
Acting for all the souls I've scarred,
All the friendships I've fouled.
Slow suffocation would be just;
Eye for an eye, or breath for a breath.
I didn't see this coming--
Blindsided out of complacency.
Just like them.
Just like every time.
Open wounds aren't attractive,
but here they are for all to see.
I wasn't much to look at before anyway,
so don't stop staring now.
It's hard to say goodbye to something
When you never had it to start with.
It's for the best, you're like the rest,
You can't argue with that logic.
Eyes front--
Don't look back.
I don't want to see that you never cared;
I don't think you want to see that I did.
Your skin can't cover what you've got inside,
Lips can't mask the monster,
Eyes can't disguise the disease,
Hair can't hide the horror.
I've run out of forgiveness,
What about everyone else?

*dm*