waiting to be arranged into some sort of order.

I'd like to cite my influences as being mostly 'Fireworks' by Animal Collective, that song has really given me a voice for these recent pieces, as well as listening to Okkervil River and Interpol and such, as well as the theme of 'Life and Death' which people who know me will know bothers me all too much, all too often. An awful coincidence awful that a friend of mine should die just as I'm putting my ideas on the subject down onto paper. This is dedicated to her.

Let me know what you think!

-Butterflies-

Hello my friend, I
hope the darkness you've found
is keeping you in peace.
I know you'll be happy because
I don't know you any other way
I just hope all the people
you're watching over now
know that too, angel.

You still had so much to give,
like the remember the time we said,
you'd be on TV in the future,
brightening up every kid's day.
Your smile is sunshines,
but I just know now,
you're a butterfly,
and I'll see you next summer.

-Untitled- (to be arranged, split up, etc.)

"If I'm honest, I've spent years
going through these emotions,
the thing is now that I have
someone to share them with."

It's times like these that change your sight,
like when tonight, your eyes chattered,
when you stopped your mouth fluttering.
And I know I didn't drink for 2 years,
but since I met you it made sense again,
I wonder around, listening for fireworks,
and I just know you are one.

And tributes have been pouring in like
the rain that so bitterly spread the news,
it is but a silent winters night now,
and finally I may get some sleep.
You're repeating yourself, you're slurring
your words, your eyes are bouncing
off the walls, and I don't care.

Distance is painful,
when you're two hopeless souls;
lost in disbelief at the people around you
And all the shit they seem to bring,
walking around, looking at the sky
knowing happiness on our faces

I broke my back, slipping on ice
coming to pay my respects,
They said the wail at the news that,
they died, at the funeral, was unbearable.
A violent and fragile action,
for a very beautiful life, or two, or three.

She only wanted to say goodbye.
And I feel, desperately alone, every time
I turn a light out, in a room,
and you're not there,
because every time, I dwell on it.

Death's not a choosing game,
I just pray when it comes for me and you
and my mother and father,
it doesn't leave too much pain,
like that brave little girl,
seeing her grandfather,
for the last time; for the first time.

"I can't say I'm envious, really
at the idea of spending the rest of time,
never seeing or doing anything you love.
And perhaps that sounds selfish,
but it truth I'm just scared.
But when I'm with you, that seeps away."