Song For John Hendricks

Song for John

Song for Shuff

Song for Shuffles

Song For Jeromy

Song for Jer

Tisbury Lane

Tisbury Lane cover

Your suntan-
like a sunset.

Sometimes The Only Place To Go Is Inside Yourself

Sometimes The Only Place To Go Is Inside Yourself

D.Ells

D.Ells Remix

Nothing Big, But Something

Nothing Big, But Something

Sabrina, Paste, and Plato snippet

Sabrina, Paste, and Plato snippet

The foolish bravely face the sun,

Icy shadows streaming across the sides of our faces

Looking to what strength it has left to provide warmth;

Then there are those who know it is too late,

That things cannot be the same,

That coldness will overtake it all

And we'll be left with mere dreams of the time when light held its weight

Darkness

Darkness

Old Orchard Beach

Drivin down rt 5

Window down, hand outstretched into the early morning air

Though we’ve parted ways I am imprisoned,

Captivated by your stare.

Now every fifteen seconds it’s all that I can do

To recall memories from our night

Or somehow think on you.

The fireworks show that just occurred within my ribcage 

Would have been something, if only you’d have seen.

It leaves me wondering

Makes me question your motivations

Currency exchanged, darkness shared, fears revealed, hands touched

Petals of magenta, smelling like us, forever preserved

I cant help but hope that you fall as fast as I do

On nights when personalities shine

As brightly as our smiles

This night, my life has changed.

I Believe You When You Say That You Know Me

24 hours ago we were sitting so close to each other that we were one

You held my hand, kissed it. Told me that you... well...

"Last night, I wanted to kiss you."

But you didn't.

You didn't want to hurt your heart, you didn't want to hurt mine

You told me that sometimes, often, you can't stop feeling, you practically drown in feeling

And I understood

You taught me a bit about the difference between a boy and a man

Che bello che sei.
I wish you a full life, amico mio.

your silhouetted face stares me down

as moonlight shines on through

this skylight window, lighting my face

my heart goes out to you

blue eyes gleam through thoughts' clumsy stream,

silently flooding the night

unblinking, locked blue and brown

lightheaded, they take flight

he reaches in, her face in hand

she'll always remember this:

the world tonight is come to halt

and with trembling lips they kiss

Splintered wood and plastic chips

Somehow mean so much in the moment

But what are they worth after the fact?

Pretty faces, skinny bodies adorn the stage

And I am not one of them

If I was, people would want me to scrawl my name

On a battered program, too

Or a napkin; what do they do with such keepsakes?

My own are merely stuffed away in some place I cannot locate

Nor will I ever have need to

God bless those who have become nothing more than a signature to the rest of the world

Gloucester House

This place is still, though marching along

To the beat of seconds’ time

Screens have long since turned black,

And even mirrors are empty, dormant

Seats unused to sitting remain vacant

From behind the glass

A powder-blue streak of sky jabs my eyes

In a violent attempt to escape the darkness that will reign in a matter of hours

Even cars pass silently by this house,

Preserving the quiet ever so politely

Fall is here

And the corners of my mouth slide apart slightly

A breath escapes, but no one can tell

Because the only sound to be heard for miles around

Is the flight of leaves that have had their time

It’s over- hot thickets of air and midnight swims will be forgotten until July

And not long after frost has crept across the morning-lit ground

White will keep us inside, looking out and sipping our cocoa, 

Donning slippers and down blankets

And forcing the darkness of the earth away with fluorescent lighting

Today I let two statements slip from my mouth

That were spurred directly by my bitterness

I am wretched, and I am undeserving

I am tired and I do not understand most things-

Least of all, I do not know why I am so angry that you agree that I don’t deserve you

A curious shadow outlines your chin

No longer does my head rest in its darkness,

And it wont likely again

I do not long for that curve in your neck

Where you would hold me in place as 2am became 3

Only rarely do I ever imagine that I am once more there.

Rather, I can still taste the scent of your hair

As it would blanket my mouth and nose;

You would fall asleep as I stroked locks of dirty gold 

And I would stay awake,

My mind whispering to yours that I was willing to love you

But I didn't love you as much as you deserved.

I am hanging on the edge of tomorrow

And knowing that you will come.

I have waited this long; I can measure the time by the length of your hair

And how many times I have listened to this cd.

It has been four months since I’ve laid by you

And I’m thankful that our semester together was much longer than our semester apart.

For all the distance and time in the world, you are still now as you were to me when 

I was torn from your grasp in Boston by the traffic director 

With the hard eyes and rough voice.

We have three silver-lined days before you fly out of my life,

Before I know you only through a phone connection.

You are a rarity, a remaining piece of a home I shall never again live in