Come Home

Come home.
You’re lost and dying,
But you run away from me.
You, my dear, are better than this
But you’re choosing not to be.
Come home, my love,
I miss you.
I’ll show you what you’re worth.
I’ll hold you tight against my chest
And I will heal what hurts.
Come home
And I’ll forgive you
For the life that you have picked.
I watch you love things more than me-
Things that make you sick.
Come home, my love,
You’ve lost yourself
And made all who love you cry.
You break their hearts like you break mine;
And it hurts to watch you die.
Come home.
You’re cold and broken
I’ll keep you safe; I’ll see you through-
My love, you give yourself away,
But you’ve forgotten who you belong to.
Come home, my love,
You’re lonely.
You’re sad and scared and ashamed.
But I’ll show you love again,
And I swear you’ll be okay
If you come home.
I’ll show you love again
And I swear I’ll find a way
To bring you home.

-Lo-

Keepers

*To the Keepers- for being the men who will never let me down.


It's you, it's you
The Loner,
The one who holds me still.
The head, the neck, the conscience,
The focused, driven will.
The one who worked the hardest
and at times had the least to gain.
You paved the way for the rest of us
and never once complained.
You've been where I find myself
time and time again...
and you dig for me.
You dig when I become a person that I hate-
You fight against my darkest sides,
you shoulder all the weight.
And I know I hurt you
every time I turn away;
But it's you who are my truest friend
at the closing of each day.
Even when you're lost, yourself,
you help me find my way.
And though this world will tear us
Until we're miles and miles apart,
it's you, it's you
The Loner
who I carry in my heart.
You're a Keeper.
You're my Keeper.


It's you, it's you
The Lover,
The one who holds me near-
The shoulders, the arms, the tender heart,
the gentle listening ear.
The one who's shown me what it's like
to be faithful, to be true;
Who challenges me to be mindful
of the things I say and do.
You see my face and know I'm lost.
You fight to pull me through...
and you dig for me.
You dig when I become a person that I hate-
You fight against my desperate sides,
you shoulder all the weight.
And I know I hurt you
every time I turn away;
But it's you who show me love
at the closing of each day.
Even when I break your heart,
you hold me anyway.
And though this world will tear us
Until we're miles and miles apart,
it's you, it's you
The Lover
who I carry in my heart.
You're a Keeper.
You're my Keeper.


It's you, it's you
The Fighter,
The one who holds me up.
The legs, the feet, the swinging fists,
the overflowing cup.
The one who warms my heart
with your joyful, joking side-
an interesting complement
to your stubborn pride;
but you've always been beside me
in the times I've tried to hide...
and you dig for me.
You dig when I become a person that I hate-
You fight against my stubborn sides,
you shoulder all the weight.
And I know I hurt you
every time I turn away;
But it's you who makes me smile
at the closing of each day.
Even when you're sad, yourself,
you chase my sorrows away.
And though this world will tear us
Until we're miles and miles apart,
it's you, it's you
The Fighter
who I carry in my heart.
You're a Keeper.
You're my Keeper.


It's you, it's you
The Keepers-
Who hold me to my best
The ones who break and bleed for me,
The ones who give me rest.
When I'm at my darkest,
I look at myself and see:
a Loner, a Lover, a Fighter-
There's a part of you in me.
When I see these things, then I remember
who I want to be...
because you dig for me.
You dig when I become a person that I hate-
You fight against my selfish sides,
you shoulder all the weight.
And I know I hurt you
every time I turn away;
But it's you who I can count on
at the closing of each day.
And I know I'm not alone
even when you're far away.
And though this world will tear us
Until we're miles and miles apart,
it's you, it's you
The Keepers
who I carry in my heart.
You're The Keepers.
You're My Keepers.






all my love always and always-Lo

Whirlwind

“It’s time to go,” He whispered.
The clouds were moving in.
She moves with the storms
And the rain was starting again.
This rain is her home,
These clouds, they carry her.
They take her from place to place-
They rescue her when she’s in trouble,
But they can’t erase his face.
He could hold her down
With nothing but a gaze.
He’d keep her here, and she’d be happy,
In this wretched place.
So do her a favor,
Let her leave.
Pretend that you hate her,
Don’t let her see
That she is worth anything.
Because if he asks her to stay
She will.
If he tells her he needs her
She’ll give him everything.
Don’t ask her to come home,
Because she doesn’t belong.
She doesn't belong here,
And she doesn’t belong to him.
She belongs to no one,
She’s carried with the wind.
The thunder and lightening guard her,
To keep a sacred oath,
And if he tries to keep her here,
The storm will kill them both.



It will not let her leave,
But it will let him enter.
But they will both be prisoners
If she pulls him to the center.
Forever locked
Forever chained
Forever tortured
Forever named
With the word that burns the flesh.
So let her go
And let her be
A piece of the storm
Wild and free.


They call her the Whirlwind
Because she constantly runs
She’s always going,
On the move,
With hope to gain, love to lose.
Her love is like the storm she rides
Violent and beautiful and fully alive.
She pours her love like rain
And he can erase her,
But he’ll miss her someday.
But she wants to be alone
Because she hurts less that way.
She’s caught in a whirlwind
And it's pulling her away.



She’s caught in a whirlwind,
The storm sings her song.
And she knows real love,
She's had it all along.
They call her the Whirlwind
And she’s going, going, gone.





--Lo--







"And this, I learned was the never ending flight
of those who sinned in the flesh, the carnal and lusty
who betrayed reason to their appetite...


Love, which permits no loved one not to love,
took me so strongly with delight in him
that we are one in Hell, as we were above...


While thus she spoke, the partner of her flame
Turn’d his deep sorrows to the whirlwind’s rage."


- Canto V
The Inferno
Dante Alighieri

Secrets & Lies

They love you
They need you
They'll never leave you.
You drink their poison
You take this potion,
and you run this notion
through your head-
But you, my friend
are dark and dead.
Wipe the slime that coats your eyes
and taints the world you see.
Now everything is black around you,
Black inside you;
dead beneath.

Truth whispers around you,
too faint to hear;
But you know what it's saying.
That message is loud and clear-
ESCAPE FROM HERE
AND DON'T LOOK BACK.
But you, my love
are cold and black.
You fake to find the strength you lack
in their bright and shining faces.
But they lead you to the darkest places.
Or are you leading them?

You fake, you smile,
You lie, you hide,
and bit by bit you die inside.
You laugh and rot;
You feed the flies.
Tell me secrets.
Tell me lies.

--Lo--

5 Lives; The Coterie

You look in the mirror
And you ask what you see
But you’re not getting the answer you want
From me.
You learn how to run,
You learn how to hide,
You learn what it feels like
To burn inside.
And you’re not afraid to die-
Terrified of pain-
But peaceful knowing your heart won’t bleed again.
Knowing that you’ve done your worst
To those who loved you best
And knowing you would do it again
If you were put to the test.
You’d do it again because no one cares
And you’re liking the feeling of their numbing stares.
Because hope is fake, romance is dead,
And the weight of the world’s on the back of my head.
They try calling me back,
They’d say I’m tempting fate,
But I’ve fallen down a rabbit hole
Into a place I hate.
A place that scares me,
A place without love,
A place with no bottom
And no way to rise above.
And we’re all stuck hereIn the same life,
Feeling the same emotions,
Just at different times.
So you look at your life,
And you look at hers,
And you ask what she’s afraid of.
And you look at him,
And ask what he’s made of.
And a circle of 5 will share their glory.
The painter starts to tell her story-

She glanced at the canvas,
Reveling in the potential it held.
Dipping the brush, she pursed her lips,
Painting two perfect arches, connected at the tips.
She stepped back and glanced at her work-
It was delicate and powerful, but incomplete,
So she painted around it, such beautiful things.
She painted things that brought her to tears.
Her deepest secrets, her darkest fears
Came to life on that canvas.
She worked until her fingers bled,
Then, stepping back, she smiled and said,
“It is finished.”
And just for one moment,
One perfect moment,
Life was beautiful.
But she feared what others would look at this and see.
Closing her eyes, she saw what it could be-
It could be better than this-
It could be better-
It could be-
So she dipped the brush and stroked once more,
And she hated herself for what she had done.
She had something perfect and she wanted more,
Destroying the beauty she had before.


He sat alone, the room was black.
The audience was silent and still,
Waiting for something that would bring them to their knees;
He played, pouring his heart out on the ivory keys.
He let his heart control his hands,
And his fingers, oh, how they danced.
He let his symphony take him away-
Free him from the frustrations of the day.
He played notes that brought him to tears.
His deepest secrets, his darkest fears
Came to life in that song.
He played until his fingers bled,
Then, pausing, he smiled and said,
“I’ve created my masterpiece.”
And just for one moment,
One perfect moment,
Life was beautiful.
But he feared what the audience would think and say,
Closing his eyes, he turned away-
What if they didn’t like it-
What if they didn’t-
What if they-
So he placed his hands back on the keys,
And one sour chord through the concert hall rings
And there was no applause, no cheers from the crowd.
He ran from the stage, defeated, ashamed,
With no one but himself to blame.
And he hated himself for what he had done.
He had something perfect,
But he wanted more,
Destroying the beauty he had before.


The glow of the computer screen, it was the only light
That kept her from the darkness as she sat awake that night.
A thousand ideas were forming in her mind-
The novel to end all novels, the only one of its kind.
She started to type, slowly at first,
Then faster, faster as the words poured from her soul;
Pouring for a broken world, waiting to be whole.
She typed thoughts that brought her to tears.
Her deepest secrets, her darkest fears
Came to life on that screen.
She worked until her fingers bled,
Then, sitting back, she smiled and said,
“This can fix the world.”
And just for one moment,
One perfect moment,
Life was beautiful.
But she feared what readers would look at this and say-
What if they reject me-
What if they reject-
What if they-
So she frantically typed, pounding the keys.
Then, glancing up, she saw only a blank screen.
She had lost everything.
And she hated herself for what she had done.
She had something perfect,
But she wanted more,
Destroying the beauty she had before.


He held a picture in his hand, folded and worn,
Creased in several places, edges faded, corners torn.
On this picture, two faces beamed.
A piercing pair of bright blue eyes
Caused his heart to stir.
He was in the picture too, but not facing the camera-
No, he looked at her.
He held this picture to his face,
Closed his eyes and wished-
Wished that he could go back and change
All the tiny things he missed.
The tiny things that added up to pushing her away
Because he wasn’t ready- or maybe too afraid.
But not too afraid to hurt her or to break her heart.
Not too afraid to lie to her and keep her in the dark.
He set the picture down,
Remembering the way he felt when she was near.
Wishing he could hold her, wishing she were here.
Next to the picture, a box filled to the brim
With letters and notes she had written to him.
He pulled them all out one by one,
Read them each and when he was done,
Decided he needed to figure out how
To show her he cared, he was ready now.
He’ll paint her a picture,
He’ll play her a song,
Anything to tell her he knew he was wrong.
Wishing he could tell her how she’d filled his life with joy...
How his knees went weak when she smiled.
And how he knew she never wanted more
Than to be close to him for a while.
But his heart was mending from others before,
And he didn’t think he could take any more
Disappointments, rejections.
But it’s different now, he needs her now.
Having her makes his world so much better,
So he took his pen and he wrote her a letter.
He wrote her things that brought him to tears.
His deepest secrets, his darkest fears
Came to life in that letter.
He worked until his fingers bled,
Then, taking the pages, he smiled and said,
“This will prove it to her.”
And just for one moment,
One perfect moment,
Life was beautiful.
But he feared what she would look at this and see.
Closing his eyes, he saw what it could be-
What if she hates me-
What if she hates-
What if she-
So he folded the letter and tore it apart,
And she never would know the truth in his heart.
Months pass and he sees pictures of her with him.
It’s obvious that she is adored,
But she isn’t the same girl she was before.
It’s something in her eyes attempting to hide
A part of her that’s dead inside.
He sees this and shakes his fists to the sun,
And he hates himself for what he has done.
He had something perfect,
But he wanted more,
Destroying the beauty he had before.

Now they look at me and it’s my turn to speak,
But those stories they told?
They belonged to me,
Because we share these pains, we live these lives
And we can’t ask for more than what we need to survive.
Because at the end of the day,
Your friends will let you down,
And the people you love
Won’t always be around.
So you learn strength,
You negotiate with pain,
And you keep on breathing.
And you learn to love again.
Don’t push things too far,
Don’t push them too fast.
Enjoy it while you’ve got it,
Because you'll learn that nothing lasts.


--Lo--

Sorry Hearts

She told him that lovemakes us who we are,
and she’ll always remember nights under the stars.
She gave him her heart,she begged him to stay,
but the ones you love always go away.
Another petal falls
the ground will shake
and our lives will reflect the choices we make.
Our world is a lonely world
it knows us by name
and it pulls us back to darkness every time we lose our way.
It tortures our souls,
it drowns us in doubt,
and it laughs when our sorry hearts cry out.
She would have given him everything,
her heart was his to take,
but tonight, two bleeding hearts will break.


-Lo-