I lost my pen in Istanbul
It's writing without me
Sketches, pictures, poems, things
That I will never see

Beneath Galata Tower
It's wrapped up in someone else's h...

I'm on my fourth stage of the night
And I'm not halfway done yet
My mind is writing all of the songs
And my body plays the set
My eyes are moving back and forth,
They're...

I've fallen off the wagon
And I'm rolling down the hill
I've fallen off the wagon
And I'm rolling down the hill
I haven't hit rock bottom yet
And I don't think I ever w...

The cloudy skies had been threatening rain for the past week, but for the past week, the threats had remained empty. Still they hung, low and still, washing the entire city in one even splash of...

There, beneath your skin, above the stomach, between the lungs, below the heart, beside the blood. There it is. Don't touch it. At least, not until you know what it is.

It sleeps. It...

Silver and gold
Iron and stone
The dead dancers rise
They shake and they moan
So rattle your clavicle
And your ribcage
When the dead start to dance
All the wor...

Good night, stranger,
The night is creaking beneath our feet.
Good night, stranger,
The last dance has skipped a beat;
You're a lovely fire to dance beside,
But now it's...

She put the candy in her mouth. Its flavor was sweet and sudden, and she smiled, the skin of her face bulging slightly where the little orb of sugar sat against her jaw. The flavors s...

In your body
There's a pocket watch that's ticking
A pocket watch that's ticking
Hidden somewhere in your chest
Someday soon
When that old watch strikes the hour
St...

It's not enough to have some love,
Be it great or be it small;
The size of wing won't mean a thing
When the engine starts to stall.
It's not enough to have some love:

There are wolves in the forest!
There are owls in the trees!
The paths we walk are haunted,
And watch out for the bees.
But we are not the hunted ones;
Our strides are b...