Salty Water

Although the sea is my playground

The muse for my idleness

You are the moon

That controls the direction

Of the waves from my fickle heart

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Eyes Like Heavy Rain

Feelin’ a little nostalgic

Feelin’ pretty crazed

Feelin’ a little lethargic

Feelin’ pretty dazed

Got me thinkin’ about eyes like John Wayne

While I’m starin’ with my sight glazed

Cause standin’ here in this November rain

Reminds me of what it was like with you babe

3.12.17

I think of you and the memories we’ve shared

But now you’re not here

And I can’t help but feel empty.

Sometimes when I think I’m over it

I suddenly think of you and you’re there

Again, tears spill down my face.

I know that this can’t summon you

That it’s pointless to cry for something

That in this life will never be able to share

A cuddle or a nuzzle of love again.

I just want you to know

If you’re somewhere out there

And maybe, if you’re able to hear me

That even after all this time

I still miss you and will always care.

Loop 47

Hey, my name is Yet Another Face

But you’ve probably seen me around before.

You probably don’t remember, but we met the other day

Briefly, I know, I’m a middle child, I’m used to it

I get it if you’ve already forgotten.

I have a good memory

Perhaps you’ll remember if I tell you what you were wearing?

Pastel plaid, jeans and Keds.

Perhaps you’ll remember if I tell you who introduced us?

Twice, we were introduced twice before.

That’s alright, it’s not your fault that you’ve forgotten.

I have a good memory

I remember things that happen around me

I know who you are and what you do,

Even though we may have never chatted much in person.

I know where he sits in chapel,

I know what she likes to express in class,

I know when you like to go up to the cafeteria;

It’s alright, seriously, it’s not your fault that you’ve forgotten.

I have a good memory

It’s pretty weird how good it is

I feel like I know everyone, but I only know one.

Myself; I know myself, I think.

Perhaps you’ll allow me to know you too,

Then I’ll at least know you and me,

Unless we meet again tomorrow and I’ll be forgotten-

I have a good memory,

Haha, I’m sorry, about that before

It’s getting ahead of me again

Don’t worry, it’s not your fault for forgetting,

But my fault for remembering.

 

Thousand Year Crane

Crane in NYC

A piece of nature,

Seemingly out of place in this city

Where dreams are made,

Where concrete is the only jungle present,

Where memories are layered on top of endless nostalgia,

Where hearts are broken as a part of a city-wide past time,

Where secrets continue to be secret long after death,

Where each story is the same as the one that came before it,

Yet remain unique to each individual that tells it,

Since this city is actually a small town in reality;

Even this bird may be a crane in disguise,

Secretly building its own future as it

Knows that its migratory stop here

Will not change for another thousand years.

Wholly

Is it possible, to pour oneself into another

As a vessel that just keeps flowing and giving:

Slowly tilting till the mouth is straight,

Parallel to where the bottom once was,

Only then to realize that you’re now empty?

 

Yes, now I realize that things don’t work that way,

You can’t give yourself unconditionally

And expect to remain wholly same.