Raining Hearts


Oh, how the years have flown by
How many things have changed with time
But certain things remain the same
My love for you has never changed.
Yeah I’ve lived and seen enough
To know I can’t escape this love
‘Cause it seems like no matter where I ran
You were like a ghost, always hauntin’

Now it’s raining hearts
And I watch as they crash on the sidewalk
Stepping through puddles of blood
I reach to the sky for love

How naive we used to be
Who am I kidding?
Look at how naive we are
Guarding our hearts
Like they won’t get bruised
But that’s no excuse
To hide what I feel
You feel it too
So just pull back the peel
And admit the truth


Now it’s raining hearts
And I watch as they crash on the sidewalk
Stepping through puddles of blood
I reach to the sky for love

I reach in your chest
Will you let me take the rest
Of this beating organ
If it’s broken
I can help you heal
If you let me
You don’t have to deal

Now it’s raining hearts
And I watch as they crash on the sidewalk
Stepping through puddles of blood
I reach to the sky for love

It’s raining hearts
The clouds swell as the storm rages on
I throw my head towards the sun
As the rain falls down with love


Another very old song, I’m surprised I never published. It’s one of my favorites. A friend of mine was going to rap the verses as I sang the chorus ^-^

Rust Away


I used to think sadness was love
That needing someone was the same as longing for their touch
I used to think I would never be good enough
For anyone because no one could make the sacrifices I was

Stuck outside, ready to rust away
When you came by, sheltered me from the rain
You looked in my eyes and said it would be okay.
And for the first time, I wasn’t worried.Rust Away

I used to believe pain was happiness
Because feeling anything was better than the emptiness
I used to believe I was destined for loneliness
Because no one would let me inside of them

I was stuck outside, ready to rust away
When you came by, sheltered me from
the rain
You looked in my eyes and said it would be okay.
And for the first time, I wasn’t afraid.

For the first time, I’m not alone.
For the first time, I have hope.
For the first time…
For the very first time…

I was stuck outside, ready to rust away
When you came by, sheltered me from the rain
You looked in my eyes and said it would be okay.

It had been all night, was sure I’d rust red
When you brought your light, taught me to shine instead
You took my heart inside of your hand
And for the first time I know what happiness is.

The Last Time



He found himself at her door. Like so many times before. But he couldn’t remember how he got there. It seemed all roads lead to her.

It was a warm but cool night. He could taste its humidity on his tongue.

Had he walked? Did he drive? He couldn’t remember. Nor could he tear his eyes off of the front door to look for clues. It stood before him tall and looming. The white paint glowed in the darkness like a lantern. He couldn’t even bring himself to knock.

Would she answer if he did? She was probably in her room, all alone, asleep. She probably wouldn’t even hear him.

He whispered her name.

She could feel his call lingering like a sigh through her bones.

She could hear his heart thumping like a jack-rabbit just beyond her front door. If she laid still enough, maybe he would leave. Leave her home. Leave her memory.


She found herself unlocking the front door like she had been in some sort of hypnotic trance.

Their eyes met.

Her heart stopped.

His heart slowed down.

It felt better just to see her face again. Calmed him. And he told her this. “I’m sorry,” he added.

He was wearing his best apology, but not even that was enough. Not after all the times she had let him in, just for him to leave. Was it worth risking another heartbreak?

He knew every promise he had made in the past, he had also broken. Anything he could have said, she would have perceived as a lie.

“Can I come in?”

She didn’t answer but positioned herself in the middle of the doorway, a hand ready to smack that front door right in his face.


She adverted her eyes from his. His crystal eyes always made her weak. She needed strength.

“The last time I let you in, you shattered my grandmother’s porcelain vase.” Her words weren’t grudgeful or sad. They were light and heavy all at once. Just like the night’s summer air.

“I know,” he said. “I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

Again, he pleaded, “Will you let me in?”

She closed her eyes. The way her long lashes fluttered over her rosemary cheeks made the flame in his chest dance. “How long has it been this time?

“Four months.”

She scoffed. “How do I know I can trust you?”

He spoke so low even he couldn’t hear himself whimper, “That’s not fair.”

“Not fair?” She laughed, but her face twisted into a knot. She laughed, but tears streamed from both of her eyes. She laughed. She sobbed. And right before him, she was breaking. There was no where for her to hide or for him. No other reasons why, just the two of them.

He broke. He was at fault, he knew. And he knew he never wanted to be the reason she didn’t smile. Be the reason she cried. “I will never hurt you again,” he swore. “I’m done with that stuff for good.”

She collapsed to her knees. Her auburn hair fell before her face like branches of a willow, shielding herself from him. This is why he was surprised when he knelt down next to her and put his arm around her, that she folded into his chest. She gripped onto his shirt with her fists and cried so hard her entire body shook against his and her throat started to become raw. With a gasp for air she said, “This is the last time I’m asking you, put my name at the top of you list.”

“Of course.”

She calmed down slightly afterwards. Tears fell silently off the point of her chin and her heart still struggled to get back to its smooth rhythmic beat. Between hiccups she repeated, “This is the last time.”

He helped her to her feet.

“This is the last time.”

He lifted her so that her head rested in the nook between his head and his shoulder.

“This is the last time.”

He carried her in.





Many hearts are caught in this game we’ve played

But tonight, that will all change.

The second-hand ticks-ticks away

But the minutes take hours, the hours take days.

When I see you tonight, when we meet face to face

How will you be feeling, what will you say?

Will your eyes dance like a pair of flames, or will their light fade away?

Our hearts linger, together, in the shade

Intertwined by the sins we’ve made

And I know things cannot continue this way

But as night slowly follows day

I wonder which heart is bound to break.


Too Bad


I don’t know how we got here
I don’t know how to escape
I don’t know why my heart
Keeps beating your name.
And it’s killing me…
And it’s killing me…
There’s a hole in my chest
That burns with every breath
But when you take my hand
It stings a little less
Because you heal me…
Because you heal me…
There are stars in your eyes
Like a rocket, together we fly
Too bad you are not mine…
I don’t know where we go from here
I don’t if we can move forward
Seems like we’re stuck where we are
In the realm of dirty, guilty hearts
And it’s killing me…
And it’s killing me…
I am a prisoner in your chest
Your rib cage holds me back
When you cry your heart turns blue
When I cry, I cry over you
Because we can’t be…
Because we can’t be…
There are stars in your eyes
Like a rocket, together we fly
All through space and time
Too bad you are not mine
Too bad you will never be mine
Because when our lips touch
And our eyes meet
There is no where else I’d rather be
And it’s killing me.



He could hear the ticking echo through his ears. When the minute hand moved he felt the stinging in his heart which grew stronger and stronger. He knew he was running out of time.

His breath felt like thunder, shaking in his bones. Each step he ran was a race against the hour hand.


The pain in his chest brought red dots to his eyes. Stumbling on the pavement he kept on because he knew he had no time.

Collapsing inside their cage, his lungs began to cave. Every breath was forced and shallow. The doubt began to fill in the hollow thoughts. Would he make it?


He lost his breath. The pain spread from his chest like a virus. The world before him began to blur. Like a blind man he kept forwards. His feet like cement, the effort to keep moving torturous. His whole body ached, but he could not stop now.


A cry escaped his lips. Everything was cloaked in darkness. He was so close. Nearly there. But time keeps ticking and his end was near.

Just move forward. Don’t give in.


His heart began to beat in time with the second hand. Each heartbeat roared in his head. His rib cage tightened, restricting his lungs, and crushing his heart. No longer could he continue on as his legs buckled underneath his weight.

Her arms reached for him, but she was too late. By the time she revealed the watch attached to his chest, the hour and minute hand ticked together as he let out his last breath.

With a sob she took the device in her hand and removed the brass watch from his flesh. The golden numbers spread around the face was covered with a brass rib-cage.

Just a little something I cooked up after this week’s picture it & write photo. Check it out!

The Silence Says


In that second it took that you didn’t respond

Time around me had stopped

I could hear nothing but the sound of my breath

As my heart sunk from my chest

I had my fingers mentally crossed

And hoped those three words back you would toss

I held my breath but never saw your mouth move

The silence said it all, “I don’t love you”.

Japanese Maple


“Late Autumn Japanese Maple” – Mill Valley, California – Ed Callaert – As featured on PhotoBotos

Oh, Japanese Maple
Through your twisted branches I see
Thin rays of sun
Pouring down on me.
You reach up
And out with your spiraled arms
Your trunk thick and sturdy
Rooted in my yard.

Oh, Japanese Maple
The beauty you spread
With your pink hair
Dancing in the wind.
Your leaves,
How they sway back and forth
Like a pendulum
In tune with the beat of my heart.

Oh, Japanese Maple
The breaths you take
You swallow them whole
As your blossoms fly away, away!
Oh, Japanese Maple
The memories you bring
Of the times that have passed by
Sense you were just a seed.