World of Porches; Skies and Suns

Part XI of Omitting My Confessions

Lonely little front porch,

finally gained a friend today.

Silent conversations,

His friend sits there on the steps.

And this time the porch,

is helping her say goodbye,

as she watches her love,

walk into the dust.

The house is desperate,

but the hallways are caving,

they're caving in on themselves,

their defeat their own fault.

The sun is turning to wax,

in this world of porches.

The sky is bleeding color,

and the grass is fading to grey.

She watches every friend,

turn their back to her.

She watches each love,

walk past her door without regret.

She whispers to the porch,

"You see, there goes another.

I'll never love again, my friend,

except for loving you."

Love is killing me today,

soon enough there wont be anything,

no there wont be anything left,

no room in a heart thats all gone.

The sun is turning to wax,

in this world of porches.

The sky is bleeding color,

and the grass is fading to grey.

Soon theres no one left to stay,

soon theres nothing left to say,

Surely a heart can love forever,

but forever wont love my heart.

A porch absorbs the silence,

a porch contains a heart,

my porch contains a feeling,

this porch is all i've got.

but her porch burned down today,

it burned right to the ground.

she accidently lit a match,

and accidently set it free.

So beautiful were the flames,

as they danced their oiled path.

and she whispered to them today,

"You see, there goes another.

I'll never love again, my friend,

except for loving you."

Days in this Future; Father Time

Part X of Omitting My Confessions

dear father time,

I hope you don't mind,

but i'm thinking ahead,

to days far in my future.

And I'm pretty scared,

for what these days might hold

the futures not looking well,

its looking sick and dead instead.

So I'm begging you,

to look after me now.

I may not be bright,

but I want to survive this.

Christmas is a shadow,

cast from this store window.

I'm seeing happy families,

that don't mirror my own.

I want to find love,

I want a safe, and loving home.

Maybe I've got that,

I'm just feeling so alone.

But I'm praying anyways,

I'm praying harder than ever before.

I've got a hope for better tomorrows,

I've got hope theres something left.

So please father time,

save me from more yesterdays,

that loom as ghosts,

of bitterly dark times...

And I'm hoping that,

you won't mind father time,

but i'm thinking ahead,

to days far in my future.

Desperate Extremes; Fed-Ex Hearts

Part IX of Omitting My Confessions

I wish you could read the words on my heart,

but your too busy marching the other way.

Yes it hurts, maybe it was meant to,

but either way, there's never a sign from you.

I'm looking for an indication to turn around,

that my head and heart are screwed on wrong,

I'm not a mummy wrapped and in a coffin,

I'm a living, breathing, human in the back of your mind.

*Soon you can't deny it completely,

cause no matter how you try,

you can never get rid of me

but your going to desperate extremes.*

So heres a glove, but no hand to wave goodbye,

I'm getting used to the casualties you take on me,

but the death rates are no longer consistent,

you're falling out of faith and taking second glances.

What happened to denying the thoughts you think,

where'd the lies go about how you really feel?

I'm starting to think that your breath was sweeter,

when it lacked innocence and certain kinds of fear.

*Soon you can't deny it completely,

cause no matter how you try,

you can never get rid of me

yet your going to desperate extremes.*

Stroking patterns of my pen, ink on my face,

and its for nothing but rolling eyes.

I'm having trouble seeing your love at all,

through the cracked and jagged edges of this glass.

These letters are useless now,

when you won't let the roots of my words unfold,

when you won't even open the note i sent,

I should of known not even fed-ex hearts can save us.

(No not even fed-ex hearts can save us now)

*Soon you can't deny it completely,

cause no matter how you try,

you can never get rid of me

yet your going to desperate extremes.*

So heres my heart, (my fed-ex heart)

and the manual to throw away.

I was a shiny new thing on the ground,

and you only picked me up to drop me,

(yea you only picked me up to drop me)

I wish you could read the words on my heart,

but your too busy marching the other way....

and I should of known,

not even fed-ex hearts can save us.