House of Moratorium

"Well, they can't fault you for TRYING!" They can, and they will. Without hesitation, and without warning. You're spinning out in a mad rush to avoid the wall you smash every time, Every time they don't tell you which direction to take, because you're supposed to know, you know, You end up TRYING them all. They found out too late that you're not reading the same map, so, They will deconstruct the engine you built to reach the end of your road...TRYING. Disassemble the pipes, Snuff all the sparks, Siphon the last drop of fuel from your reservoir. Because what they don't know, or what they don't want to see, is that TRYING is who you are.

He was the treasure I couldn’t resist hunting anymore. Hidden, somewhere at the end of his seven-mile beach. Eyes like daggers, sharp as sea glass, and most would drown before they could sail past the reef to even see them. I was warned I’d hate the journey, and that no one knew the patterns of his winds. He was foreign, but his currents might have pulled me home. Cold shock and sweetness flooded my mouth like no other ocean, and I drank it in half-crazy, losing sight of the surface. Simply swimming under a haze, and praying there wasn’t poison in the water. He was built from jagged shorelines that sliced through my calloused feet, and the southern breeze blew strong, carrying the gentle rasp of a voice that could melt a stony heart into the sand that I just couldn’t hold on to. His coast was as beautiful and daring as it was barren and dark. No shelter from the oncoming storm, I had to leave the only man I knew who was an island.  

Don’t dance me to the end of love. No, dance me back to where I first felt alive. Dance me home, whether home is a person, place, or the briefest of moments void of trembling or bloodshot eyes. Dance me out to the clearer air, dance me back to when I didn’t dread my own mind. Spin me into the wall so I can’t see straight, you know there’s too much truth I’d kill to find. Let me learn the hard way, feet bleeding from standing tiptoe all this time. You can swallow your sweet nothings, and hold tight to your pretty necklace, it’s nothing to me now but a glittering noose. Close your thoughtless eyes, already half-lidded with a desire I won’t choose. So, dance me back to innocence, dance me behind the curtain that fell before the actors even showed. I wish I could unlearn the tricks that make you fold, and remember what the sunset looks like when I want it to rise again tomorrow. Dance me to the beginning of love, because I’ve been taught the moves already…and I no longer want to kn

                                  She’s silent because she sees the world for what it is. In her silence, she knows you better than you know yourself. Her quiet heart spends its hours reflecting light, throwing it back onto the wall so you never see through the stained glass that shields her soul, as it sings hymns in a language you won’t take the time to understand. Your eyes are on the glitter, and your ears only hear the next bass drop loud enough to make you feel alive for a moment. You’ll follow her out to see the stars, and under their magnificent show, you’ll never understand that she is the closest galaxy.

Thank you thank you thank you For what you never showed Because Heaven forbid you break your masculine code Who knows what might have happened, if you’d stayed and given me hope, I saw the beacon from your lighthouse, that day when I was alone But your beautiful tower was a fortress, And I nearly drowned in your moat Dashed on the shoreline; bruised, beaten, and broke, Thanks to you I found land at last, but I can only sigh in relief, For what I will never know.