It's time to go. 
They're at the door.
Why aren't you ready yet?

There's something strange
About you now.
Why won't you speak to me?

I see your eyes glowing.
I see your smile dying.
I see you can't help it.
I see that you're trying.
I know that you're trying.
There's no use trying.

We Have A Runner

Lyrics:
We are lying on the pavement,
Of this dark suburban street,
Almost twenty five past midnight,
I have no desire to sleep.
Deep in mixed-up conversations,
Good to finally hear you speak,
In your broken schoolboy English,
Tres un magnifique French freak.
You were lying on the pavement you were shaking so much,
I was lying on the pavement head was aching so much,
You were lying on the pavement heart was breaking so much,
We were lying on the pavement just escaping so much.
Bilingual boy, 
All you've got to do is choose,
Don't be so scared, 
You've got nothing left to lose. 
Will I be lost, scared and lonely,
Standing in the August rain?
Will you kiss me on both cheeks,
Say au revoir, step on the train?
Will I say I shan't forget you,
That I'll never feel the same?
Promise I'll write secret letters,
In my broken, best Franglais?
You were lying to your parents you were faking so much,
I was lying to your parents hands were quaking so much,
You were lying to your parents you'd been taking so much,
We were lying to your parents just forsaking so much.
Bilingual boy, 
I could be your good excuse,
Mon frere, don't be square, 
Please don't go back to Toulouse.
Could we be somehow related?
Have we met somewhere before?
Because you seem somewhat familiar,
But of yourself you're so unsure.
You're a juvenile delinquent
Won't you stay when summer ends?
You're an interesting person
Will you be my new best friend?
You know that I am understanding
Almost every word 
Almost 
Every 
Word

Bilingual Boy: Empty Trains

Counter On Zero (Reddit song a week. Theme: Patience)

enbu

You can find me at the bottom of the barrel
You can find me in the dog ear of a page
You can find me close to quitting 
And I will happily admit it
You can find me in the digits of my age




You can find me where the oak has turned to dead wood
You can find me where the salt gets in your throat
You can find me staring fondly
At a world that doesn't want me
You can find me in the hymns I never wrote


You can find me where the footing is uneven
You can find me where the soil has been dug up
You can find me cruelly chiding 
The song that is inside me
You can find me where my heart is not enough


You can find me in the timbre of the evenings 
You can find me in the dredgs left in the cup
You can find me at the summit
Though I never really loved it 
You can find me where the days are getting rough 


You can find me on the road without direction 
You can find me in the middle of a map
You can find me defending
A definitive ending
You can find me submitting to the trap
That holds me steadfast where I'm at.

I Dont Want To Die With A Song Still Inside

oh, cool / my bf (kinda)

oh, cool

clear air I wonder
what’s the clap if not the thunder?

sandstorm in a blur
it’s never what you heard
the drywall pouring out my mouth
is not a resolution

you’re waiting to be fed

make believe
a chance at tyranny, a lightbulb
far away and always changing colors
keeping time
duality
the oscillation between reason and 
a hungry hateful god
that’s got his fingers on your pulse now


pleurisy 
the wheeze of lungs lost in the haze
in out ribs in out ribs in  
the easiest days are the ones where I remember
you’re just a balloon that I have 0 been letting out

the pressure’s going down


don’t retrieve
the symbolic easing of time
forty years and a scar
 that looks just like me
a tragedy
made of mirrors and lonely shoes
far too small for growing feet
like mine used to be

hope is a bug
wings for the beloved

The Great Spider Slipped A Stone Into My Pocket

After the Harvest

a brain in a vat
couldn’t think all that
I’m a mess of synapses, sure

the dogs are keeping guard
the night is counting cars

head in a jar
couldn’t get that far I’m
swimming for my life

life in a zoo
another thing to do
killing time life by life


the dogs are keeping guard
the night is counting cars

what is it worth?
What have I spent?
why is it always so dissonant? 

the dogs are keeping guard
the night is counting, counting cars
counting and counting and counting countenance

Counting Cars

Quit pacing
you’re making me anxious
time has a bitter flavor
when it’s wasted
on quick favors
intangible meteoric halos
mastered in the shadows

if it won’t be sorely missed
don’t put all your life in this now
or you’ll never get it out
if you don’t give me some time
you will catch me by surprise and I’ll
flee, reluctantly

I haven’t phased out
as many routines
as I plan to
don’t get used to
the way I have always seemed
like I intended to be
was always see-through

 if none of us get out alive
we have all wasted our time
commiserating essentially nothing
if it helps alleviate,  
I will help enunciate the sound
of coming down

it’s a hawk or it’s a dove
the peace that’s used against us
it’s a blanket made of blood
how easy it is to hurt what we love

if no sign’s left to signify
I will take it as a reminder
not to read too far
I could never speculate
on a future clear as mud
wipe it clean, shrug and move along
is what I’ve done.

See-through

Waltz of the Umbrellas

My main account is called Dream Of Sleeping. This account where I can put works in progress, or songs in a different style, or just basically things that aren't very good, but I still kind of like.

Counter On Zero (Reddit song a week. Theme: Patience)

Before Awareness