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.your voice changes pitch and blurs, like a storm carries a ship.

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    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 saviours
    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


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    May 24, 2013

    11 months ago





  • 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 remember


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    July 9, 2012

    1 year ago







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