Jar of Hearts

You know I can't take one more step towards you.
Because all that's waiting is regret.
Don't you know I'm not your ghost anymore.
I lost the love I loved the most.
Learn to live half a life.
Now you want me one more time.

Who do you think you are?
Running around leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart.
You're going to catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul.
So don't come back for me
Who do you think you are?

I hear you're asking all around
If I am anywhere to be found
But I have grown too strong
To ever fall back into your arms
I learned to live half a life
And now you want me one more time

It took so long just to feel alright
Remember how it put the light back in my eyes
I wish that I missed the first time that we kissed
Because you broke all your promises

Who do you think you are
Running around leaving scars
Collecting your jar of hearts
And tearing love apart
You're going to catch a cold
From the ice inside your soul.
So don't come back for me
Don't come back at all.




Christina Perri
Drew Lawrence
Barrett Yeretsian

My heart is torn
Yet beats still.
My mind is sharp
Yet numbs itself.
The pain is limitless
But proves I am alive.
I will strive to live as I grieve
And as I grieve I will strive.

Eros (Part I)

Where is he taking us
now that he has turned back?

Where will this take us,
this fever,
spreading into light?

Nothing we have ever felt,
nothing we have dreamt,
or conjured in the night
or fashioned in loneliness,
can equal this.

Where is he taking us,
Eros,
now that he has turned back?

-H.D.

Eros (Part II)

My mouth is wet with your life,

my eyes blinded with your face,
a heart itself which feels
the intimate music.

My mind is caught,
dimmed with it,
(where is love taking us?)
my lips are wet with your life.

In my body were pearls cast,
shot with Ionian tints, purple,
vivid through the white.

-H.D.

Eros (Part III)

Keep love and he wings
with his bow,
up, mocking us,
keep love and he taunts us
and escapes.

Keep love and he sways apart
in another world,
outdistancing us.

Keep love and he mocks,
ah, bitter and sweet,
your sweetness is more cruel
that your hurt.

Honey and salt,
fire burst from the rocks
to meet fire
spilt from Hesperus.

Fire darted aloft and met fire,
and in that moment
love entered us.

-H.D.

Eros (Part IV)

Could Eros be kept,
he was prisoned love since
and sick with imprisonment,
could Eros be kept,
others would have taken him
and crushed out his life.

Could Eros be kept,
we had sinned against the great god,
we too might have prisoned him outright.

Could Eros be kept,
nay, thank him and the bright goddess
that he left us.

-H.D

Eros (Part V)

Ah love is bitter and sweet,
but which is more sweet,
the bitterness or the sweetness,
non has spoken it.

Love is bitter,
but can salt taint sea-flowers,
grief, happiness?

Is it bitter to give back
love to your love if he wish it
for a new favourite,
who can say,
or is it sweet?

Is it sweet to possess utterly,
or is it bitter,
bitter as ash?

-H.D.

Eros (Part VI)

I had thought myself frail,
a petal
with light equal
on leaf and under-leaf.

I had thought myself frail;
a lamp,
shell, ivory, or crust of pearl,
about to fall shattered
with flame spent.

I cried:

"I must perish,
I am deserted in the darkness,
an outcast, desperate."

Such fire rent me with Hesparus.

Then day broke.


-H.D.

Eros (Part VII)

What need of a lamp
when day lightens us,
what need to bind love
when love stands
with such radiant wings over us?

What need—
yet to sing love,
love must first shatter us.

-H.D.

Paper Boats

I would stand by the river
In the early afternoons
Making boats out of paper
Filled with summer blooms.
I would chase them for hours
In the shadow and the sun
Paper boats filled with flowers
When I was very young.
Alone by the water,
I'd fill them full of dreams
To sail with the blossoms
At the mercy of the streams
How long they would travel...
How far, how fast?
Didn't seem to matter,
They were never meant to last
How can I tell you?
It's still true.
At the falling through of all my dreams and hopes
I remember the river
And paper boats.
I could lie at your side
Watching you sleep
In a room soft with dreaming,
Heavy with heat.
Or hold you for hours
While you drift away
To where no amount of wishing can make you stay.
How can I tell you?
It's still true.
I can love what we once were and let you go
From years of practice
Making paper boats.

-Kat Eggleston



RIP Adam Snyder
June 16, 1983- July 8, 2013

Sleep

As evening hangs beneath the moon
A silver thread on darkened dune
With closing eyes and resting head
I know that sleep is coming soon

Upon my pillow, safe in bed
A thousand pictures fill my head
I cannot sleep my mind's a flight
And yet my limbs seem made of lead

If there are noises in the night
A frightening shadow, flickering light
Then I surrender unto sleep

Where clouds of dreams give second light
What dreams may come both dark and deep
Of flying wings and soaring leap

As I surrender unto sleep; as I surrender unto sleep.


-Charles Anthony Silvestri