Tuesday, October 27, 2009

the violet

keep on seeing in color. keep on blurring the lines. keep on talking to yourself in the mirror. keep on pretending you're fine.

Saturday, October 24, 2009

the mess

walk around in filth. sleep in the dirt. stop caring for yourself. stop caring for everyone else. just stop.

maybe in the stillness, you will find the meaning of going on.

Friday, October 23, 2009

the weather or not

This is life, but you shouldn't "just live it". Gray skies come and gray skies go. Make the most of every cloud, raindrop, gust of wind, puddle, and the sunshine on your skin.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

the lost

You dug yourself a hole and you jumped right in. You're so far away that no one will reach you in time. The earth is slowly burying you alive, and it still doesn't make a difference.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

the flame

you and I we're burning up
it seems like an illusion
but for me, it's real enough
this tree is falling
you and I we'll hear the sound

everyone else will know when they see it

Monday, October 19, 2009

the mattress

Let me lay down next to your shadow. The sun is high but all I want to do is sleep.

Sunday, October 18, 2009

the cloud

Some people search for new reasons to stay angry. I'm looking for a reason to be happy. At the end of the day, we're not all the same. At the end of the day, there is a vast difference between us that everyone wants to shun and hush away. This is not okay.

Saturday, October 17, 2009

the unnatural disaster

some things can be salvaged. most will be thrown away. separate the bits and pieces so you can start on a new complete.

Saturday, October 10, 2009

late nights, early mornings

what am i doing here
3am and waiting in silk and lace
clamoring for attention from you.
well i don't even have to ask for you to return,
i don't need to scream your name or even whisper,
you're already there.
i am missing your bed - you're missing me in your bed.
raising my sleepy head to meet your warm cheeks
and silence your coughs with butterfly kisses
like so many times before.
soft skin embrace and then chocolate chip pancakes.
i'd be content to wake up by your side,
to wait months to see your face,
to hear your baritone say goodnight from a satellite phone call.

here i am, watching myself fall into your trap again.
i'm willing but i shouldn't be. it will kill me
again.

Friday, October 2, 2009

m.d.(3)

i already have a mate to my soul - i already have
a rock to my roll.
i'm just waiting.
i'm just waiting.
yeah just waiting.
waiting.
impatiently.