I wish you paint the sky in every shade of darkness.The plums and ebony that remind me of your starlit eyes, giving me hope in a world filled with shadows that don’t belong with me
For the Gods never called them home. I’m chasing ghost, in a cemetery I created, burying all the letters my heart refused to send home. 

I fail to realize my own body has become my tomb, stitched on broken promises and thin thread. Digging my own grave, one breath at a time … Inviting darkness because I don’t have the courage to stand in the light. 

I pick up my shovel and remove the earth from my feet, leaving the dirt marked for my soul. Two twigs , one promise and all the ghosts. 

Too tired to continue down this path that leads me back to expectations, only to blow on the flames and create fire. Dusting myself with smoke and regret, reliving life and everything I cannot forget. 

Find the moon , under the crying sky
Kissing the sun and this place goodbye. 
Leaving my heart on the altar, reclaiming the plot in which I lay. Bringing tears to cheeks, licking lips and saying …
Sleep sweet

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We were cut from the same cloth

But they don’t make that material anymore

The scissors are dull and there are rips in my hem

The stitching is frayed and it leaves me looking worn. Tattered patches keep my heart from falling out of my chest.The thread to thin to bare the weight of my sins. 

I place my hands in my pocket and only find holes where your promises use to lay. 

Petals from a dying flower I grasp as I pull my hands from where our secrets stay. 

The holes in my jeans show my skin and all the scars of life.They make me who I am

A piece of linen draped over a soul to shield it from the pain. A sewing needle and some time

Will make this heart whole, yet no amount of thread can change the past,when I decided to love you at last.

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I.The broken always find the hopeless

Their whispers can be heard on the drifting winter winds

A song to sing to hollow bones 

That draw them in. 

II. Wretched souls unbound, twisting in their own plight 

Chasing shadows in the morning light

Holding hands with ghost

Letting go of who you love the most.

IIi. Digging graves with bare hands

Placing dirt on boxes that hold the past

Saying goodbye with a handful of ash and sand.

IV. Tears sweep cheeks on missed kisses, chapped lips and winters reason

Hands fisted at this unfair life

In darkness , there is always light

V.Time is infinite, yet there is never enough

I will keep you locked away in the cage of my ribs

Take my heart as you leave

So you always have a piece of me

VI. There is a shovel beside my bed

It holds the ability to move earth

Free you from your past

Take away the shadows

Where promises actually last

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I believe in in love, hope and all the ghosts, even if your shadow is just a glimpse of the man you used to be. I believe in your words as they make the paper melt like soft wax , pouring from your veins. 
You are not the darkness you fight, you are the light that sparks me. Slowly flickering against a book of matches. Awaiting for the fuel of a thousand kerosene lamps keeping the room ablaze. There is life in this room, even within the blank walls that seem to create the shadows of you at 3 am. 
Tho those shadows are just reflections of you and all the lessons life has cast. You have the ability to outshine the ghost, you have purpose and you hold all the ink to spill across the page. 
Maybe you will allow me to touch your hand, let me grace your heart. As a friend who will never stop believing in the ghost and the hollow bones. 
Perhaps you were never looking for the light and just wanted someone to take hold of your dark heart. 
So here are my hands,they shake but they are steady like the rain. A way to be touched when the rest of the world seems to cold to hold your hand.

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I carved my name among the whispering pines

Etched each letter with a knife

Too sharp for me to hold

I scraped away the layers of this tree

Watching the letters take shape

Witnessed the blood that spilled 
Across the bark

As I used all the strength left

Of a shattered heart

Each letter held a syllable

My lips could not speak

As memories

 
Slipped down my cheeks

I rubbed my fingers across the grain

Where the wood stood

Stained in my deed

For this place will be the only chance

something bigger than promises

Could actually hold onto me

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I swear life carved my name into a silver bullet and pierced it straight through my heart. Creating a hole for my spirit to escape. Right between my breast bone a hollow grave, sheltering the darkness, never to witness the light of day. My blood seeped from a wound to escape the body of persecution , trailing to the floor. Leaving Crimson footsteps to my door . As if to welcome a bitter world, trapped among the lovers from all the stories before. 
The rise and fall of my chest and the ink that graces my page is how I know my heart still beats, even against the feel of steel against my chest. The cold reminder that I am not spared from pain but I have another day to live again. My heart maybe pierced but soul lives on, with every sway of the pen, my ink is mixed with love , blood and regret … A lesson my heart will never forget.

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I was born beyond the thickets of wild blueberry bushes and endless country roads. 
Where the sun shined down over fields where my mothers lilacs grow. 
Dirt roads and pebbled lanes would lead you anywhere but home.
Bare feet on summers earth, lakes of cedar where pine trees choose to grow. 
Whispers of bonfires at night kept us behaving through the daylight. 
Tire swings hung from thriving oaks, flying higher than the eagles soar. 
Setting Suns , creating blushing skies , a rush to hurry and get suppers started.
Old country bells ring to announce a feast , on front porches with lemonade at your feet.
The night falling into darkness, the sparks from timbers clouding tired minds with smoke.
Moonshine jars filled with sweet tea, all the long while, whispers
Come dance with me…
Music of the fiddle played , laughter fills my heart. 
A smile , a place… Where my heart grows wild, upon the nectar of a barefoot child.

All the sunsets in the world could not hold a flame to the childhood I spent on country land

Breaths tangled in between the air

Hung heavy against the skin

Felt trembling fingers searching

Every inch of his soul, where to begin

Lips licked, salvation flees

Undress your heart

Hand it to me

Let go of all preconceived notions

Allow me to be your reason

White linen sheets

Tucked around tangled bodies

Stealing each other’s breaths

Lost in eyes, that belong to the night

Hands locked against each other

Exploring , gripping & letting go

Giving in with thirsty mouths

Releasing every expectation

Falling into the air

Flipping my heart

On the right side of wrong

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Breathe…
Can you feel her name leave your lips

As it no longer belongs to you?

The tremble in lips

As the tears streak your cheeks?

Inhale

Hold your breath

Hold onto your every thought of me

Clench your fist

White knuckled

First kiss in the pouring rain

While your heart throbs

Your insides scream

Remember

When the words I love you

Left a longing mouth

When I belonged to you

Your body shaking

The rush of your blood bringing the pounding to your ears

Exhale

Every part of us

What was left of you

As the world falls at your feet

The room spins and nothing makes sense

Blow it all away

With thieving hands, stole my heart

Let go

Say my name one last time

Let your dreams be haunted by memory

Chase your ghost

Yet I am still living

Breathe

Fight another day

Don’t hold your breath

Simply exhale the very thought of me.

Paper hearts

stained ink

Folded into letters

Stuffed in pockets

Left to be unread

No courage for words

Written in ink

To be placed on lips

And rolled off tongues

Left hanging in mid air

Given 
Placed in the hands of another

Held, hidden beneath truths

Tucked in hearts

Whispered through hallways

Allowed to linger

Among strangers

Passed through friends

On mouths of lovers

In the pocket of the givers

Words

Left unsaid

Pass your paper heart leave

everything else with me

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