Its nothing, as you make it seem
when my world crashes,
(i feel empty.empty.empty)
Stars & wishing is all I can think of now
but they can't go hand-in-hand
cause tonight, these jaded stars
have flown away

busy wishing on themselves.


Redemption has put a keep-out sign
on her front door (just for us)

and we wait outside, in this freezing air
pleading, while she helps the better deserved
beside the fireplace.

(not even glancing at us.)


some of my quiet longings
in these rough whispers
i sewed into the fabric
of my soul

i've shut the windows in my eyes
to keep out this sandy wind
ominous things, bad days
and you.

first two are old pieces. bit edited