Words That We Couldn't Say - The Seatbelts
Feathers and Thorns chapters 9 and 10 posted.
“Farewell Blues”
Just one more time, play those sweet jazz blues.
Nothing vibes like a saxophone crooning a scotch on the rocks.
Nothing hits as hard as the sound of that old name coming around again.
So just one more time babe, sing that song for me.
I See Fire - Jasmine Thompson
Chapters seven and eight of Feathers and Thorns posted.
“Anesidora”
I didn’t watch the world begin, but I might watch it end.
The scent of wafting willows on the breeze was always my favorite.
I used to lie on the grassy hilltop, watching cars drive passed as I dug my toes into the cold, squishy dirt.
The night-clouded sky would burst with glorious splendor as Helios’ gift crest the horizon.
Some days I’d simply drift away, until pangs of hunger rumbling in my belly would nag about things I’d forgotten.
But I never gave up a chance to watch Selene draw her blanket over the dusk, leaving a glittery trail of star-crumbs on her way home.
My mistake was a simple one, like most are.
But no one ever cares about who you were when you become the world’s worst criminal.
So they say.
I liked to smile. I like smiles.
The look on another’s face when my supple skin brushes a little too close to theirs.
So close I’m euphoric in a sea of their light, sweet perfumes and colognes.
They shy away, afraid, but then they see my smile.
People are lonely until you invite them into you.
I don’t think I was ever really “evil.”
Evil-ish, maybe, but in the same way–I think–that most people are “good-ish.”
Whether that’s true at all doesn’t change much: I found the jar.
The way hot, cheesy pepperonis stick between your teeth is how I know love.
I’ve met dazzling people–some for whom the word “rapture,” is now reserved.
And there have been some whom I’d just as soon forget, and probably have.
Other things have happened on occasion: sunrises with friends on the lawn, the ocean pier at sunset, so many day dreams I’ll never remember.
But there has always been, and ever shall be, sticky sweet pizza.
When it was all said and done, there was only one thing left.
I’m guessing by now you know what it is.
You’ve heard the story, I’m sure.
There’s just one small thing: I lied.
The jar is empty.
Really wanna know what’s left?
Me. The world’s worst criminal.
Good luck.
King and Lionheart - Of Monsters and Men
First draft of Emarosa is done.
Starting the first round of revisions and edits, so expect the posted stuff to change sooner or later.
May have to remove it at some point if it gets picked up for anything, so there’s that too.
Chapters five and six posted.
“Vintage Skies“
Cracks in the curtain invite burning rays of light into crusty, bed-ridden eyes.
The stomach’s growl preaches no forgiveness for a lazy boy on a lazy morning.
Through the window he casts a glance to clear, vintage skies.
He’ll never know if they glance back.
The day begins like a day begins.
Warm tea sparks the fire in his Irish Cream eyes.
Radio breaks the radio silence, singing songs it’ll always sing.
A stuffed puppy on a cabinet; in his mind it sings along.
Toward the fridge he turns, a calendar with expired days left unmarked.
In the margin lies a note: “Good morning hun.”
There’s probably more to the story than the greeting implies.
But on the bottom a drawing with the caption, “See You Space Cowboy.”
Sizzling eggs came and went, their aroma drifting through an open screen door.
The weatherman should’ve taken a day off, ‘cause them clear skies are rainin’ awful hard.
Or was that tomorrow? And yesterday’s tomorrow, or the day before?
Gets harder to tell them apart.
An overlit room grows dim in the afternoon.
That’s a time best reserved for porches.
And the clouds go by like time never was.
Time was, they never would.
In between, some things happen and some things don’t.
Yet the sun grows tired or the Earth grows turn-y, and it’s time for another tomorrow.
Before long (how long was it) aging bones find their way to an expanse of a bed always welcoming.
And those crusty, bed-ridden eyes hide themselves away until tomorrow.
Santa Monica Dream - Angus & Julia Stone
To a friend moving on to the next page–best of luck.
Otherwise, Feathers and Thorns chapter four posted.
“Clara”
You were fear pacing through uninvited thoughts.
Before we met you, we knew you only by the remainder of space misplaced.
When omniscience strikes it bears no warning, for you should know already.
Are we built around you, or for you?
Mattering matters.
To caress an angel is to learn both glory and sorrow.
The same lesson burns bright upon a pyre.
Things otherwise bountiful to life with such lackluster intensity.
Passion and fire are not the same, but try to convince a paramour.
Try to be a paramour.
Some say nothing’s sad until it’s over, and then everything is.
Some say time heals all wounds, and quitters never win.
You thought you could be angry, but we weren’t worth the fight.
We dreamt you were our life sentence, and we could want no possibility of parole.
And so the world turns.
Killers murder because they must, and lovers do the same.
Yet the word Soldier means either, depending on your name.
Close your eyes and look around.
You’ve already wished so many hopes for the last time, and still you’re waiting.
When have you ever reached tomorrow?
The Good, The Bad And The Dirty - Panic! At The Disco
Site was down for a bit earlier for some serious back-end upgrades.
Should be much faster and more reliable now.
Also added some seasonal shiny, but if you spot any kinks, let me know?
Anyway, Feathers and Thorns chapter 2 posted.
Below is the companion piece to something I wrote a while ago entitled Puppy.
There’s always another perspective, even if we never see it.
Because a smile never grins without tears to begin.
“Of Mine”
I walked away from my puppy true,
Because I didn’t know how to be me without you.
But I could never disappear entirely.
Because I am your friend too.
I watched as you wandered,
Seeing both the joy and fear as you pondered.
Happy to be you, but happier as you found my clues.
Because I’m your friend too.
I know this seems cruel,
But if I never let you go we’d both be the fool,
So even though it pains me, I’ll allow this reverie,
Because I’m your friend too.
This might be a mistake,
Taking risks for growth’s sake,
But I can’t hide the hard choices from you,
Because I’m your friend too.
You’re so brave with all your might,
Though when you jumped the cliff you gave me such a big fright!
My heart stopped when I barely caught you,
But I’ll never let you fall ‘cause I’m your friend too.
We almost went down together (and if we had, it’d be okay),
Because no matter what comes at the end of the day,
I’m always your friend,
And you’re ever mine too.
Don’t Let Them See You Cry - Manchester Orchestra
Getting back into the flow of things.
I hope the New Year has been treating you well, and you’re well on your way to where ever it is you’d like to explore.
First chapter of Emarosa, Act II: Feathers and Thorns, posted.
“Kintsugi”
Sammy Dean wet his jeans on the first day of school.
He later aced the SATs and went on to become a football star,
But to those who knew him best,
Sammy Dean wet his jeans on the first day of school.
You know when you know, but up until that moment you’re never quite sure.
You’ve been mistaken so many times before, and deceived on top of that.
Things are easier when you don’t care, but then they’re just things.
Trusting comes hard when you’d rather think about what’s for dinner.
I adore the girls who are always cold and still trying to save that warmth.
Never been able to get close to fire without getting burned.
I remind myself that every day is that “Just one more day,”
and I’ve never lost the lust for the taste of one good, deep breath.
You’re sort of aware of everything around you,
as much as it relates to your schedule.
But you never stop to really admire yourself anymore.
Not like you did when you were a kid.
Jenny Lee and her army of three never walk alone.
Strength in numbers keep their rivals at bay,
But no one’s ever known who they are.
Jenny Lee and her army of three never walk alone.