Get Out Of My Head

Grind it into dust

End the torment, please

Torch it all to nothing

Observe the ashes in the breeze 

Undo all that was done

Take back every word

Obliterate every glace

Forget all we heard

Memories must fade

Yet they seem to refuse

Hearts remaining full of them

Echoes of my muse

And it'll only end in tears

Dear, I'm tired of trying to heal this bruise

Orion

Isn't it over yet?

Haven't we tried hard enough?

Act it all out again

Veer away and call my bluff 

Entreat the sky one last time -

Near enough to taste it

Orion dances on my head

Twirling in ways I'll never forget

Hold on tightly so you don't slip

Ice racing beneath our feet

New bruises peppering my skin

Gracing every sheet

Laugh it off - they'll never know

Enjoy each moment while it's here

Floating away with every breath

Twirling with you so near

I will never call your bluff -

Not that it matters anymore

Softly absorbing every lie

Ice seeping into my core

Don't ruin it yet

Entreat the sky - hold on tight

Orion's spinning wildly now

Falling through the variety of his plight

Maybe I'll sort out the story in the end

You'll understand every angle

Caught up in all the details

Harsh as opinions mangle 

Entreating the sky one last time -

Softly, quietly, as if it's a crime -

To attempt to hold onto something so sublime

A Moment

If I take a moment to

Speak from my heart

Could I make it all make sense

Or would it all just fall apart?

And if the words come spilling out -

Tell me, would you mind?

Because, darling, I'll tell you everything

If you promise to be kind

But those feel like recycled words

And I've been through this all before

The water's nice till we drown

And are left stranded back on shore

I can't let go and can't hold on 

Above all can't get it through

My head that maybe this time it won't

Hurt to trust you

And if I take a moment to

Think about it all

Would you pause here with me

Or would it all begin to fall?

And will the words ever come -

When will you let me know

Where it is we're flying to

And just how far we'll go?

But those feel like borrowed words 

Are we on borrowed time?

Or is this all entirely new -

Is trying such a crime?

Yet I can't help but delete words

And hold things back, it's true

Still I can't help but write too much

And give every word to you

So as I take a moment to

Hold my breath awhile

You'll write too much and just enough

To release it with a smile

Melting Point

Each time the everlasting

Thought crosses my mind

Echoes pull me in for a moment

Reaching for something I cannot find

Nightly, monthly, yearly -

I'll slowly let the pattern fade

Twist it into something new

Yesterdays full of transitions that had to be made

Build atop the rubble

I'll make new castles in the air

Don a new perspective 

Shift my gaze and grow my hair

Take another breath, dear

Holding tight - let that go too

Ease your mind once more

Eternity shall always bid you -

To forget every little thing

Overly large though they felt

Feelings fade with time

Oxygen cycles and memories melt

Regurgitate each phrase

Grasp at smoke till you touch ground

Eternity makes nothing of everything 

Time obscures even the most renowned 

Dancing under fading stars

Evanescent moments sinking into my skin

Allow that I hold the ones that suit me

Right until nothingness must begin 

Clay

Are we at the end

Or at the start?

Neither and both I suppose

Stalling in some strange middle part

I want to form

The perfect thing to say

But life's not perfect

And words aren't clay

I suppose that means something

I suppose I should know

What's going on at this point

But there's so much space to grow

Because I'm not That now

What I thought I would be

Or who I was back then

I'm still finding me

Doubt I'll ever stop

Does anyone, I wonder?

Aren't we all volatile shapes

Constantly forming whilst being torn asunder 

And all those little things

That terrified me at the start 

Are what I'll miss the most

Transitioning into this next middle part

And all the hard things

I told myself wouldn't last

Are things I'm not ready

To let slip into the past

Because it was just two short

Yet extensive years ago

That I was so nervous 

And trying not to let it show

And now . . . I'm just here

Letting it all sink in

Not quite ready for an end

But more than ready to begin

Not quite knowing who I am

Uncertain who I will be

But content with the knowledge

That I like forming me

So as we come to a close

And as we come to a start

I'll move onward

Roaming through this next strange middle part