Apple-Man ⋅ 33
In any man who dies there dies with him, his first snow, and kiss, and fight. Not people die but worlds die in them.
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From Ashes in An Oath to Juliette
You took the fire from the anger You built a hammer from the strife You struck a heart against the anvil And turned a love into a life. You cast the Siren from the Angel You put the Demon to the...
Baby’s Breath in An Oath to Juliette
What promises I’ll bring you, When you have the ears to hear them. What honeyed words will move these bones to raise the soul that drew you. Adored before your maiden breath, and long after I le...
Summer's End in Memento Mori
For the infinite tomorrows And for the one I dread the most. The one that haunts me like a ghost; The dream of you. And for the hundred some-odd yesterday’s Where that haunting turned to mirth ...
Memento Amare in Memento Mori
Remember that you have to die. Remember you can live. Remember that I wanted you to fight when you would quit. Remember that I loved you even when we couldn’t sit Together in a part of you you w...
Stormclouds in Memento Mori
I’ve got angels on my brain. A million perfect faces in a million perfect voices singing all - your perfect name. And they made a place in Heaven Alone for dreams of you. A greener grass in para...
Asphodel in Memento Mori
I’ll love you better over there. Where angel’s envy you your rest. A place I’ll finally call you back - and say goodbye. Goodbye mom.
Ambition in Empty Echoes
To the moon, that’s where I’ll go. To be something more, than nothing more, than an important thing to you. (sometime in 2012?)
Never Ready in Memento Mori
Ephemeral one Don’t waste your breath Wondering whether we’ll walk without waking while wandering west Where the sun sets Where the heart rests Where this dream will come screeching into dust a...
Push in Memento Mori
You’re not worth the dirt they’ll bury you under, or the flowers they’ll scatter over that yawning, gaping ruin where they’ll leave you to rot.
The Catch in Memento Mori
Another rye and ginger because being an alcoholic is a personality trait, and you can pretend it helps you sleep at night, when it knocks you off your feet. Another drink Convince yourself you’re...
Ophelia in Memento Mori
Bury me in rue. For the sleepless nights I danced with you; All twists, and turns, and shouting, too. For the way you kissed me right on cue. For the quiet places we withdrew; To sing, to talk. ...
Mortality in Memento Mori
Eternity is sweet, but a moment’s sweeter. …
A Scapegoat in Memento Mori
What’s forever to a man? Only so long as he can keep his eyes open.
In Vino Veritas in Memento Mori
This Devil’s drink You sell your soul for the briefest glimpse of absolution Monster.
Inexorable Tomorrow in Memento Mori
10/31 I hate to be the one to burst your bubble. I shot for the moon, and landed in rubble. Those motivational posters weren’t worth the trouble. Or maybe they should have sent someone with stubb...
Little Blue Omens in Memento Mori
I dressed you in forget me nots one hundred thousand wished me luck. You stripped them naked, pluck by pluck, two hundred thousand love-me-nots. I should have counted, should have thought. An od...
Poptarts and Tragedy in Memento Mori
Sitting by the dim lamp You know the one it hurts your eyes It’s freezing out but the fan’s on White noise helps drown black thoughts at night Pop tarts and pilsner and a scratch on my tongue A b...
Vegas in Memento Mori
I’ve been getting calls from the Deparment of Justice. Finally - I’m wanted. Is it justice or fraud, though? I don’t really know. Don’t call it tax evasion - Tax procrastination, rather. I’ve nev...
Ghosts in Memento Mori
You’re writing for ghosts of the friends you invented All dancing around in a brain so demented They wait around hanging on every last word Convinced that your thoughts are the best in the world ...
Weekend Woes in Memento Mori
10/05 A heart on a string Is it a noose or a ring? And it’s a hell of a thing to make me choose === 10/06 The city’s below me the sun’s in my face. Gravity’s dragging me back to this place. The t...
To Love in Memento Mori
Fall begins again It was cooler when I met you. The ghost of summer swirling through the winter of our love. The middle’s all in where it ends, and where did it end? My cheek still burns from whe...
Gardenia in Empty Echoes
You’re calling me strange because I’m stumbling over the one hundred million charming words and clever thoughts and little actions and small reactions that I’m trying to display all at once in ho...
Valentine in Memento Mori
It takes two to make love. Anything less than that and you’re just playing with yourself.
Breathless in Empty Echoes
Hello there. I do hope you enjoyed that because I’m really going to miss the way things used to be with grammar and apostrophe’s and breathing and you and me and don’t stop now because stopping m...
With the Current in Empty Echoes
This tired fish can swim no more. Floating down the hungry rapids that would love nothing more than to wash away a dying piscean. With scars on my skin, the river has entered my bloodstream. As m...
