Sunday, August 30, 2009
suddenly it all makes sense.
you you you you you
how does anything happen?
where is this light coming from. AND WHY CAN'T YOU SEE IT TOO?
soul-searching
selfless love
i would share all of this beauty with you, if i could.
maybe still, you feel helpless and useless and broken.
and you probably don't realize but
the last thing you taught me was:
thank you.
and i plan on this being the last thing i ever say to you:
i am sorry.
(but you are wrong)
Saturday, August 29, 2009
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
Tuesday, August 25, 2009
infamous
me
that was me being shallow and superficial and maybe even artificial
what i meant to say was,
the w was fortunately placed in front of your form
and what i meant to say was,
you may keep me
after all
i hope:
i am never lying amongst shattered glass with careful strangers surrounding my broken body
ALSO
i always measure the seconds
too slowly or
too quickly but never
just right
the years have been short but the days were long
Sunday, August 23, 2009
we are alone
once these were messages
now they are merely reflections
they are not hopeless
i am
not hopeless
Friday, August 21, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
inspired:
interests part III:
17. friends in low places
18. wrestling
19. the greatest love story of all time
20. body organ metaphors
21. ocean/sea/waves metaphors (always)
22. songs that reference other songs
23. money management skills
24. not taking anything for granted
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Monday, August 17, 2009
traffic
i don't
under-
stand some
things some-
times
and i
find my-
self striv-
ing for
something
that does
not ex-
ist
Sunday, August 16, 2009
love,
Just this morning I woke up and wrote
“to continue in this sorrowful world is
the greatest personal triumph
no one ever talks about;”
but what I meant to say was
Be enduring. Dare to endure. Endure.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Friday, August 14, 2009
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
unsettling
you
are alive
you rely on the
pace of your
self
to distract you from the
o
v
e
r
w
h
e
l
m
i
n
g
fear of others.
the man sitting
next to you:
he feels.
he loves and
he breaks
and
he needs you to know
that he is alive
too.
Friday, August 7, 2009
Thursday, August 6, 2009
you are waiting.
or "pangs"
or "would you stay awhile"
or "a short history"
it's the upward
down-
ward
motion
i will be the driver
and the
water
the words
the words
the words
unspoken devotion
AND I,
YEAH I,
didn't really need
touch
at all
this isn't
it either
but it hurts
you
it hurts
you can't
remember
but sometimes i
taste
smell
no not anything
else
i'm so
done-
a mistake
still breathing...........
"and now"
it weighs nothing
a complex feather
i carry
with
me
always
these new walls are filled with mismatched faces and
ages especially
then suddenly i realize,
i am already
a ghost
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Monday, August 3, 2009
(an apology)
"so here I sit
some years have passed
i say i don't but
i say i don't but
i miss her bad
i smell her in my sheets you see
like she's sleeping next to me
she'll say
jack,
i smell her in my sheets you see
like she's sleeping next to me
she'll say
jack,
i'm leaving now
don't you wait up for me
cause better love i'm yet to see"
don't you wait up for me
cause better love i'm yet to see"
"and you wanted
better love
well it's sleeping in your bedroom"
Saturday, August 1, 2009
FIT AUGGIE
because you're empty and i'm empty
(i am a machine)
i am reconciled by the soft>> i am still so good
I love you. Please come back.
I'm not coming back.
FIT AUGGIE
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