Banjo.

Spinning around like a fresh fallen leaf,
trying to find some common ground.
Who knew you would be,
the easy flight to spare me the massive hike.

Strumming my heart like a silly string,
fingers numb from all this intensity,
we found common harmonies, yet
never questioning the melody.

I sing, I sing to find the words
that are flying around this aesthetic world,
could a touch of heart be enough,
to dry these tears before they are heard?

Would the music play the same beats,
if the strings, got broken from the start?
And if my voice spoke what it meant,
could heart and mind make amends?

Strumming is simple, just a flick of the wrist.
But finger picking takes time that one can not resist.

So I pack my heart tight with cotton and glue,
in case for a bad break,
I will be spared a big boom.

-M

Tango.

Eyes to the sky, mind in the ground.

Not knowing why isn't the case.

Leaping towards the floor, he carries himself to the pews,

genetics speak louder then a blood type for him, they leak out clues.

The basis of his muse is comfort, 

yet why won't his heart eat the blood that was designated for him.

Missteps are in his nature, 

then why does the trip make him fall?

Shaking like california plates, he whispers to his soul

" Don't test the handling,"

and gracefully moves his feet towards the landing strip.

 She is as blue as a vain, that keeps her feet moving in his direction

moving is easy, when your hearts on empty.

Head bopping like a Pez dispenser, she agrees to show him her world.

spinning around in his grasp, she knows the practice that he put in,

So her eyes grab his and gently rotates her head back.

He steps on her feet, every turn,

 she knows the risk, 

but carries the pain.

As her feet turn dark blue as the vain, that carried her feet in his direction, they break. 

His brown hair covers his fear,  

Leaving her questioning their dance.

Practice is key, for him. 

Some dances are danced alone, so she steps aside as he moves his feet over her skin and bones.

one step, two, tango.

-M

Caribou

-M

Chess Pieces.

So here we are again two players

Playing one part in this fairytale game

But I have Seen this one Play out

And I know the end, don’t be fooled, come again

So I hide the piece, that was broken for you to mend.

Mumbling Mumford.

Decided to let this one back in...

Cold in the water

It freezes your already cold mind
Already cold, cold mind
And death is at your doorstair
And it will steal your innocence
But it will not steal your substance

But you are not alone in this
And you are not alone in this
As brothers we will stand and we'll hold your hand
Hold your hand

And you are the mother
The mother of your baby child
The one to whom you gave life
And you have your choices
And these are what make man great
His ladder to the stars

But you are not alone in this
And you are not alone in this
As brothers we will stand and we'll hold your hand
Hold your hand

And I will tell the night
Whisper, "Lose your sight"
But I can't move the mountains for you

-Mumford & Sons

Dear God loving, Mustache wearing, people caring YOU,

Hurt.

  Johnny Cash has a way with words wouldn’t you say. Aye? Ha. I can’t put it any more clean than this... shit. Hurt is supposed to come and go right? Then why do I feel the basis of my feeelings stem from intense hurt. I never speculated that I would be here; a second semester freshman at a University, the world at my fingertips and I want to do is put my hands in my pockets and walk away. My life is starting and all I want to do is end it. I couldn’t be more unmotivated and more desolate. All I ever wanted was a slice of pie not the whole pie just a slice. Instead God gave me the recipe. Being emotional is in my breed but being hopeless is me. Sometimes I have to wonder if life will always be this way, If God just protected me all this time because it wasn’t time to reveal it.  

Only time will tell. 

I am tired of putting my heart in safe hands, only  to be shoved in a pocket to rust and rot. I know its not my understanding but his, however I am starting to become more wary about whether its even negotiable. D hurt me, she was safe and she hurt me . I have a right to shy away from it right? Then why do I continue to have a gut busting feeling that I am wrong?

-M