WOODEN HEART (sea of mist called skaidan)
We’re all born to broken people on their most honest day of living
and since that first breath… We’ll need grace that we’ve never given
I’ve been haunted by standard red devils and white ghosts
and it’s not only when these eyes are closed
these lies are ropes that I tie down in my stomach,
but they hold this ship together tossed like leaves in this weather
and my dreams are sails that I point towards my true north,
stretched thin over my rib bones, and pray that it gets better
but it won’t won’t, at least I don’t believe it will…
so I’ve built a wooden heart inside this iron ship,
to sail these blood red seas and find your coasts.
don’t let these waves wash away your hopes
this war-ship is sinking, and I still believe in anchors
pulling fist fulls of rotten wood from my heart, I still believe in saviors
but I know that we are all made out of shipwrecks, every single board
washed and bound like crooked teeth on these rocky shores
so come on and let’s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief
and fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach
come on and sew us together, tattered rags stained forever
we only have what we remember
I am the barely living son of a woman and man who barely made it
but we’re making it taped together on borrowed crutches and new starts
we all have the same holes in our hearts…
everything falls apart at the exact same time
that it all comes together perfectly for the next step
but my fear is this prison… that I keep locked below the main deck
I keep a key under my pillow, it’s quiet and it’s hidden
and my hopes are weapons that I’m still learning how to use right
but they’re heavy and I’m awkward…always running out of fight
so I’ve carved a wooden heart, put it in this sinking ship
hoping it would help me float for just a few more weeks
because I am made out of shipwrecks, every twisted beam
lost and found like you and me scattered out on the sea
so come on let’s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief
and fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach
come on and sew us together, just some tattered rags stained forever
we only have what we remember
My throat it still tastes like house fire and salt water
I wear this tide like loose skin, rock me to sea
if we hold on tight we’ll hold each other together
and not just be some fools rushing to die in our sleep
all these machines will rust I promise, but we’ll still be electric
shocking each other back to life
Your hand in mine, my fingers in your veins connected
our bones grown together inside
our hands entwined, your fingers in my veins braided
our spines grown stronger in time
because are church is made out of shipwrecks
from every hull these rocks have claimed
but we pick ourselves up, and try and grow better through the change
so come on yall and let’s wash each other with tears of joy and tears of grief
and fold our lives like crashing waves and run up on this beach
come on and sew us together, were just tattered rags stained forever
we only have what we remembercreditsfrom Wooden Heart Poems, released 06 July 2010
the tail lights burn red
they were hotter than hell
and i’ve been long gone couldn’t you tell
the smoke in the air
couldn’t hide my shame
saw it lit up on that silver screen
and ahh that full bellied moon she’s a shinin on me
yeah she pulls on this heart like she pulls on the sea
and you came on strong like some running wave
and your beauty left me broke and hungry
left me begging to the birds for a bone or an offering
left me saying nothin, nothin, like i always say
and ahh that full bellied moon she’s a shinin on me
yeah she pulls on this heart like she pulls on the sea
and those broken hearted lovers,
they got nothing on me
This house
She’s holding secrets
I got my change behind the bed
In a coffee can,
I throw my nickels in
Just in case I have to leave
And I will go if you ask me to
I will stay if you dare
And if I go I’m goin shameless
I’ll let my hunger take me there
This house
She’s quite the talker
She creeks and moans
She keeps me up
And the photographs
Know I’m a liar
They just laugh as I burn her down
And I will go if you ask me to
I will stay if you dare
And if I go I’m goin on fire
Let my anger take me there
The shingles man they’re shaking
The back door’s burning through
This house she’s quite the keeper
Quite the keeper of you
I will go if you ask me to
I will stay if you dare
And if I go, I’m goin crazy
I’ll let my darlin take me there
-Gregory Alan Isakov
Zooey Deschanel & Ben Schwartz- Tonight You Belong to Me (by hellogiggles)
i am thinking it’s a signthat the freckles in our eyesare mirror images andwhen we kiss they’re perfectly aligned
and i have to speculatethat god himself did make us intocorresponding shapes like puzzles piecesfrom the clay
true, it may seem like a stretchbut it’s thoughts like thisthat catch my troubled headwhen you’re away, when i am missing you to death
when you were out there on the roadfor several weeks of showsand when you scan the radioi hope this song will guide you home
they will see us waving from such great heights”come down now,” they’ll saybut everything looks perfect from far away”come down now,” but we’ll stay
i’ve tried my best to leavethis all on your machinebut the persistent beatsounded thin upon listening
that frankly will not flyyou will hear the shrillest highsand lowest lows with the windows downwhen this is guiding you home
they will see us waving from such great heights”come down now,” they’ll saybut everything looks perfect from far away”come down now,” but we’ll say..
Smile, Charlie Chaplin , Modern Times, 1936 ♥♥♥
If this doesn’t make you smile then I’m quite certainly convinced that you have been possessed by the Devil himself.
My tears are like the quiet drift
Of petals from some magic rose;
And all my grief flows from the rift
Of unremembered skies and snows.
I think, that if I touched the earth,
It would crumble;
It is so sad and beautiful,
So tremulously like a dream
♥ dylan thomas
Sherry-Lee Heschel & Fat Dave- Banjo Lesson (by francisawilley)
