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Blurty for un erbana.
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| Saturday, May 11th, 2013 |
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i met a man, last night. he asked for 45 seconds of my time. we ended up sharing hours. in the middle of it all, he stopped me mid sentence and said, "at first, i thought you were a cat. but now, i understand... you are a wolf." done. |
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| Saturday, May 4th, 2013 |
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I go to bars. I go to bars with friends. I go to bars with semi strangers. And. Always end up. Escaping outside. To watch my smoke drift up to the clouds. And wonder where you are. Under them, somewhere. |
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| Friday, May 3rd, 2013 |
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And i let the fringe dangle, dangle on the floor. I didnt care. I didnt know, really. I let it drag. as i watched light travel. Light travels. And. Just yesterday, I forgot to care all about the wear and tear it caused. Not only on the fringe. |
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| Wednesday, April 24th, 2013 |
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There is a stillness down inside of me that i've barely yet to know. It yells and it screams at me as soft as wind can blow. |
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Wait. Wait, i said. And wait, he did. He waited. And waited and waited. He waited in the sun. and he waited in the shade. He waited while i didnt know, I was waiting on another. Such an unhealthy wait. such an unhealthy love. and now. I can only hope we wait no more In this lowely state of Waiting. |
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| Sunday, April 14th, 2013 |
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Two minutes from death, i decided not to die. My soul, so small. and my will, weak. I decided not to die. |
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| Friday, April 12th, 2013 |
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I talked with an old stoic man. homeless? I'll never know. He wore an old stoic sign around his neck, tied with dirty purple shoelace. It simply stated...love. He told me, his granddaughter made it... two days before she passed. And in that moment, i fell in love with him and his old stoic sadness. And the way he hung his head. |
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| Saturday, April 6th, 2013 |
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There once was this penny. who fell in love with another penny. And they sat in a jar for years. Once spent, they ended up in different pockets. Being passed around. place to place. And lived their days, eternity wishing they were back in the jar. |
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| Thursday, April 4th, 2013 |
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A sailing ship, to ruins. Two anchors, at the bottom. Of a vast ocean, a hidden world. Tinted in silent blue. And full of lonely love. Sailing the bottom of the ocean. |
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| Wednesday, April 3rd, 2013 |
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I sat on the ledge of an open window and looked not outside, But in. Its what i needed to do. Its what i did. Its what i am still doing. Even at this moment. |
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| Thursday, March 21st, 2013 |
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i write alone. while the world sleeps. of places, filled. and lungs, full. i write alone, while the world wakes. and get it all out, empty. so i can sleep, sound. |
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| Thursday, March 14th, 2013 |
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this was the face i was given. these are the hands that i own. and when i choose to climb fruit trees, i'll see more than ever known. build a home on the branches and give my song to the breeze. never a fear of falling. for the leaves that fell the time before, put my mind at ease. |
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| Wednesday, March 6th, 2013 |
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im haunted. haunted by the only hours we ever spent alone. and how high i was. and how drunk you were. neither being who we were. who we are. playing a game. with no limits on lives. which in the end, truly makes us all disposable. |
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| Tuesday, March 5th, 2013 |
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the torching of my lips. the torching of my lips. the passing of a ghost. the lack luster spark, lingeringly lodged at the bottom of my throat. the blood that makes it hurt. the blood that makes it real. the blood that makes me not a ghost with an ability to feel. ******** oh, the feeling of flatlands beneath my toes. |
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| Wednesday, February 27th, 2013 |
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swim'n in the shallow end, no longer fills my depths. so to the deep end, i go. |
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| Friday, February 22nd, 2013 |
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And it's all over. Yes, ready to start anew. It's all over. Gone are the days Of wondering where my birds did fly. It's all over. Gone are the nights Of wandering in thought. Not knowing where it ended, Just knowing It's all over. ******** A new view Can sometimes skew All that you thought life Should be. And that new view Also can skew All that you make life To be. But that new view Can muttle and spew Into something you never thought it Could be. Never the more, A skewed new view... Is better than what I saw before. |
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| Thursday, February 21st, 2013 |
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...and when i think of all that we arent and should be. No gentle kisses, no tender moments. No hands to hold. No nudge of passion. No edge to walk to, no witness to love so bold. No coffee wought mornings. No small rooms, filled. No lungs to want air. No heart to beat, willed. Just emptiness. Just emptiness. Just emptiness, abound. And thoughts consumed on thoughts quite loomed. Of all thay we arent and should be. |
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| Tuesday, January 29th, 2013 |
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in discussions of power animals, i'm always silent. no one ever labels me. i do not label other people. yet once, not in a discussion of power animals, some hamster called me an elf. a tall elf. quite the compliment. ******** when i was young, i was a mouse. and when i started to grow, i was a giraffe. but as i grew to know my center, i realized i was more of an elephant than anything. ******** you are a lion. and i am not. you rip and shear and slash and shread. and i just sit and watch and wait and wonder. it makes you happy. and it makes me wish. you were not a lion. |
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| Wednesday, January 9th, 2013 |
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My life used to be a series of sparks. And now It's nothing but a slow burn Of light Through a crack in the door. That I am too afraid to open. |
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| Wednesday, December 12th, 2012 |
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My thin hands. These slender bones, Are mine. Washed and clean, They felt new. And now. My thin hands, Are not mine. |
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Blurty for un erbana.
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