"the birds"..
do they see how fast
we've turned
into a million stars?
though we'd never asked to fall
from the skies?
do they know
that we looked up to dream
with bright, lucid eyes?
all blackened now but still
it cuts deep and sweet like shells
waving on the line
still we're hiding in our deepest
insincere and hideous pasts.

The leaves,
do they shiver when you turn
to leave the ground you once stood?
did you say the word
and ate up the world for good?
it's easier than you thought
harder for what i'd brought..





happy early birthday to you,
happy belated worseday to me...