Gravity So now we find ourselves together, alone. The glow from your face is casting an irrational rosy hue upon the carpet, which is old, and dirty, and seemed so tacky just a few minutes ago before you started looking at me with your eyes all full of silver sighs and there is a split second when I am noticing that your lips are soft and also very close to mine, when I will start to think that maybe someday I could love you that maybe there is something in you that could fill more than just ...

Worms, raw, quivering; we were always meant to die in the morning sun.

This world get so dark, but when sun turns its back on me it's you I see. While we're together we'll watch sunsets and pretend they're sunrises we'll watch the flowers bloom and pretend there's no frost coming soon. Honey, honey let's fall in love let's dress up this vulture in the clothes of a dove. and jump off the highest cliff we can find in the middle of the wide, rolling plain. Darlin, darlin, you're gonna leave me bleeding from the stumps where my wings you used to be and I'll do all t...

It's late but I'm not going to sleep the streetlights outshine the moon they illuminate the fog on the street as the cars with tires turn snow into smoke. and the cold, lonely wind whispers love songs to the trees singing bend into me bend into me bend into me Our tears leave their stains on our pillows and sheets As I droop into bad caricature of one of the girls that I used to to be that I used to be. and the cold, lonely wind whispers love songs to the trees singing bend into me bend into ...

I get so lost sometimes I don't know which way is up I don't know which way is down And I feel so alone But I know you're loving me And I have come to find that you are like the sun as it warms the branches of the trees. But, baby, maybe we all need a little shit in our lives to keep us from giving way Maybe we all need to die a little sometimes to keep us living for today. I would fall a thousand miles if I could lift you up, I would cry a hundred lakes if I could dry your tears, and I would...

My father was- what you might call a middle-aged man. I think this means that he has a lot of wrinkles, which are really just places to put worries. He has a lot of these- what you might call worries. I can tell this by the way they get stuck in the wrinkles until they pull down his face because they are so heavy and he looks as if he is covered in dust. I had a history teacher once when I was in the fifth grade. Her name was Miss Mullen. She was very nice and every time a kid looked at her, ...

The weather's getting cooler now that you have gone away and now the sun is setting as it bathes the world in grey. The road unfurls itself beneath your wheels as the wind sweeps the plains behind you. And I pelt the world with silly pleas to keep my lover safe. Minnesota, keep my lover safe. Don't you worry at all about me, I've got plenty of Mac and Cheese, and I'm listening to silly love songs on dusty old CDs. But I hope you know they're all for you cause they're all for you cause I live ...

When I see your body I see love and life, in all its perfect, perfect splendor- Your heartbeat, the rise and fall of your chest; it is the warmth and light and love in you that I cling to when times are cold and bleak. Yet how the candle sputters in the wind, meekly until it is but a tuft of smoke, a memory of light and heat and flame. And though the brush of your lips is sweet, I know that it, and you, are fleeting. Oh, my love! Let us keep open our eyes, with the sight of each other in our ...

The first man I ever loved was never beautiful but he littered my room with half-read books of philosophy whose pages I bent in the corners of graphite-filled margins. He slathered my boots in mud, matted my jackets with burrs, and braided change into my thoughts. And He took me by the hand and showed me how to learn and grow and live and know that there are, and were, and can still be, perhaps people in this beautiful, wretched world who are not afraid to understand. He died when I was negat...

You used to play your videogames and I thought that was kinda weird I used to sing when no one was listening and you thought that was kinda queer We used to talk about all our problems We never talked about them out there (and that was okay for a while) I used to love the sunny weather but you used to say that you loved the rain. So when it rained I would sit inside, (or sometimes under umbrellas but that's beside the point) and I used to pray the best I knew how that the rain would rinse awa...