watering the sky

I can hear the burning memories through the window

all the days pacing through your heart

when they start to step outside to realize

the sun starts to amplify

when the wind starts to damage the illumination

all the pressure building in your wings

All this desire pushing you higher

When the sky was blue and our dreams were high

a crack in the introspection

when dreams perspire in the distant without contrast

when memories walk through an echoing sky breaking a million mirrors

digging for lost damage in their lenses

breaking buildings behind their mind

create the forecast of comprehension to silence the pain

they fly across the painted ocean with flashlights in their hands

ride through the spinning Ferris wheels without emotional restrictions

breaking all the filters to grow across a dream

fishing through the silver skies

don’t capsize this ability

words won’t come out from their mouth

mirrors bending in the rain

when we can’t control this world on our own

burning the past away

Kite

catch you in the basement

mind playing tricks in every inch of my skin

pick apart this dimension

ghosts lock me in the bedroom

fly a kite to catch the sun

pull harder don’t let me go

cut through my insides

wind pushing me higher

colors break apart my sickness

crash through the stars

don’t let me go

don’t let me go

run against the after image

bursting between your lungs

cut every emotion string

fly harder don’t stop my dreams

don’t leave me just yet

across every age

stand up straight

don’t shut me down

cut the strings of transparency

break the last window to find you standing there

on top of these emotions I can’t run without you

scratch my skin like razor blades

break like sinners

focus where we went wrong

trick of salvation

unlock the windows to your foundation

shape of the figure

too careful to disguise

meaning in regret

meaning strikes my skin away

bury the conclusion

don’t dream

don’t reappear

burn away from this town

click of melancholy break through the window of pastime

photography bleeding from your mind

a hundred horsemen

whisper in and out

live in a new town

memories lost in half truths

act like saints break like sinners

a million pages

fumbling in the dark

secrets tear me apart

stumble through your eyes

determination grows stronger

eleven times we play this game

eleven trips we can’t forget

when instinct feels experimental

the buildings we used to break

empty rooms silent and half-focused

posters on the wall cast my dreams goodbye

notice every detail before we slip away

a doorway where we found hope

broken glass left on the floor

colors…guilt ridden

blue days keep me alive

whispers shaken with disguise

speak in electric tongues

when instinct feels experimental

cutting grain

men lost in machinery

grew up in the country

stumble with broken bones

[memories that cut me deeper

push them all away

past breaking into this night]

eyes like witchcraft photograph lost time

run through broken pictures on the wall

no escape can lead me closer

sit where sunlight freezes time

verses curse with eloquence

defend the damage in our cells

everything faced

before they pour all our secrets

into the evaporating skies

waste years locked inside this sharp knife

dreams lost between stolen pharmacies

children wave into the spotlight

they run away from sickness

cutting grain mumbling unfocused words

reach for choices hidden in the atmosphere

dig deeper through your pockets

pick apart every string of color

flush burning sins into every wound left

down into the sinking sand

the gift in your hand speaks with clear stained skies

look at the world with new meaning

are you the dream running far from the shore?

like exaltation carry ships past a million years of movement

the future half ingested

yearning for a deeper breath

close the frequencies pinned behind the damage

wrap a piece of treachery in every envelope

a sentence half completed

a word locked deep inside

the final view from your eyes

images pace my determination

every sequence out of memory

flash light photography catches a lingering breath

an empty hour inside your head

reverse the substance left on your lips

memorize the forecast in every detail

perspiration evaporating sickness

dust off dreams in the memory ward

you’re the reach for focus without modified lenses

I’m running up the stairs

don’t pretend we face this battle all alone

don’t lock up all instinct

don’t fake direction

don’t manufacture half separations

the gift in your hand speaks with clear stained skies

shelf-life

confusion beyond deterioration

looking for hope within

like the tunnels diving deeper inside

change beyond recollection

seams we tear apart with apathy

a clue into your instinct

the right to tranquility

men crash in shopping carts

time lifting from their hands

catching a million photographs in the wind

the bright colors drifting me closer to you

like the chemicals drifting out of sequence

a false analysis like sedimentary angels

when I grip my faith across billboard screens

the sounds lighting the future

colors like emotions re-separate

the time clock spins faster but I am drifting backwards into this chair

all the determination withstands a shelf-life

re-ignite and re-engage the glass of a broken dream

photographs lost behind locker room doors

pages turn but they won’t listen

try to grasp control but I am falling

retreat into this world

where lies don’t stick to the wall

tune the radios where dreams can’t be discerned

into the depths fighting in the distance

analyze memories under broken microscopes

grasp the lenses past hidden instinct

weigh madness on uneven scales

half a reaction

half a burning dream

photographs lost behind locker room doors

if we find the key to stop it all

if we rinse away our tears

chain myself up inside this room

eyes that watch, but never speak

colors half mended, half inspected

the words lost inside your head

a secret code repeating through the halls

Transversal Mistakes

obsession cutting me deep

flip through the pages

ink stains my arms like transversal mistakes

glance through the rearview shutter shake

films scattered across broken memory

desire fueling futility

march like machinery to the distant heartbeat

sunshine realizes its own forecast

drench my feet through submarines

falling to reach your hand

memories submerge counting inside my head

colors behind their madness shake through

dreams manipulated before realization

check the forecast bleeding my insides

repetition strikes too late to understand

like pictures broken inside my hands

pray for a miracle

when I’m not drowning inside

look towards the sky when every dream comes true

to have you in my arms again

is it all pretend?

am I just watching the visions inside my mind?

am I watching something lost at sea

when the boats circle their distance

when we run towards the shore

when every footstep breaks the barrier

every border around your heart

a million birds fly through the sky

like pictures broken inside my hands

scatter them across the ocean

put every piece together

and hope for mankind

jump through the sky like reverse magnetism

sparks fly through the electric wire

like the stillness gone away

chains broken inside

focus on every detail