There's chalk on my legs
Covering the bumps
Urban radio
Wind whistling through our hair
Like a hand out the window in the wind
We're there; we're here
Golden horizon
Vert hills rising and falling
The pavement fading
Our lungs singing
She's got her hands on the wheel of the boat
I've got my hands on the leather of the passenger seat
Wide turns on the roads of this small town
Laughing
Monday, July 11, 2011
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Danger, Danger! High Voltage!
Thoughts flow like an open wound
Nearly unstoppable
Until the clots form
The urge to grasp danger
The way a pill makes you feel
Afraid
but happy
Accomplished
The snowballs in summer
The ice in winter
Predictably unpredictable
Wish all you want
Wish, wish, wish on wishies
Nearly unstoppable
Until the clots form
The urge to grasp danger
The way a pill makes you feel
Afraid
but happy
Accomplished
The snowballs in summer
The ice in winter
Predictably unpredictable
Wish all you want
Wish, wish, wish on wishies
Friday, June 17, 2011
It's funny
Two things: A him, a her.
I push them both away as they both fade away.
I fear them both leaving.
I despise the truth in both.
It's funny how different the situations are, yet these realizations are so similar.
Dear boy,
Please let me heal.
Dear woman,
Please heal.
I am unable to focus. I shy away from both. I am not shy.
Please stay; do not let me have to face this all too soon. I am afraid. I want to speak, I want to ask, I want to comfort, I want to be there for you. I want to hug, I want to kiss, I want to heal. I want things to be better, I want to face this issue, I want to be strong for you. But I run. I run. You're going down, and I'm tripping as I run away. I don't want the last thing for you to see be my back. I am sorry for being a coward.
And, you, for you: You must run. A part begs to toss a tree branch, trip you as you skip away in hand. He's right in the abandonment. "Was I nothing?" No, no, and I will not be. But, please, please, turn and walk away. Do not turn your head, do not double take. Do not stop in your path to say hello.
I'll come around, in time.
I don't understand how one can be a healer when one is falling apart. But how can you save when you need to if there is not the time to heal yourself? When are we being self-centered in comparison to fearing? Selfishness that you will never be able to replace. You can't make up time. Time only takes; it does not give.
It is not a wish for a pistol or a bullet. It is a wish for courage. It is not for the gentleman, not the man in the jail car trotting away. Trickery. There is no smoke to be had. Just silence.
You cannot replace time. Time only takes; it does not give. It does not give.
I push them both away as they both fade away.
I fear them both leaving.
I despise the truth in both.
It's funny how different the situations are, yet these realizations are so similar.
Dear boy,
Please let me heal.
Dear woman,
Please heal.
I am unable to focus. I shy away from both. I am not shy.
Please stay; do not let me have to face this all too soon. I am afraid. I want to speak, I want to ask, I want to comfort, I want to be there for you. I want to hug, I want to kiss, I want to heal. I want things to be better, I want to face this issue, I want to be strong for you. But I run. I run. You're going down, and I'm tripping as I run away. I don't want the last thing for you to see be my back. I am sorry for being a coward.
And, you, for you: You must run. A part begs to toss a tree branch, trip you as you skip away in hand. He's right in the abandonment. "Was I nothing?" No, no, and I will not be. But, please, please, turn and walk away. Do not turn your head, do not double take. Do not stop in your path to say hello.
I'll come around, in time.
I don't understand how one can be a healer when one is falling apart. But how can you save when you need to if there is not the time to heal yourself? When are we being self-centered in comparison to fearing? Selfishness that you will never be able to replace. You can't make up time. Time only takes; it does not give.
It is not a wish for a pistol or a bullet. It is a wish for courage. It is not for the gentleman, not the man in the jail car trotting away. Trickery. There is no smoke to be had. Just silence.
You cannot replace time. Time only takes; it does not give. It does not give.
You're Sickening
Your gorgeous face
Your strong hands
Smile
Those straight teeth
The spontaneous adventures
The shape of your nose
The softness of your little ears
Fuck it all
Fuck you
I will be free
Your strong hands
Smile
Those straight teeth
The spontaneous adventures
The shape of your nose
The softness of your little ears
Fuck it all
Fuck you
I will be free
Thursday, June 9, 2011
To heal, to forgive, to move past
No se
que esté
Las palabras
Ne znam
My tongue
Your mind
My heart
His
It took two years
This is taking time
Sadness
Confusion
Depression
Acceptance
Neutrality
Bitterness
Forgetfulness
Healing
Progression
There are no warnings
Just be.
Free
Eventually
que esté
Las palabras
Ne znam
My tongue
Your mind
My heart
His
It took two years
This is taking time
Sadness
Confusion
Depression
Acceptance
Neutrality
Bitterness
Forgetfulness
Healing
Progression
There are no warnings
Just be.
Free
Eventually
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Blue Heaven
It has been a long journey, and we have grown nearly weak. The fields guide us like a camino to our heaven.
We raise our arms in greeting to our creator; it greets us with a gentle smile and low bow. A mountain in superiority that treats us equally, as one, as itself.
We all met along the way, creating our own paths until they merged into a river of hope. No one truly understood; no one truly had a purpose. Everything just came together; everything was serendipitous.
Warm sun fills the air, touching our bodies, sending us into a state of bliss amongst each other. Embrace it; do not question. Smiles ripple like water from a cast stone. Our faces glow in the yellow-orange rays.
What purpose do we have here? We join together, hands arms weaving together. A quilt, an orgy of minds. We are creation. We are life.
Our maker shows us the way. We follow like simple moths, but we are not lemmings. Light is our path, showing us not doors but wide spaces to frolic and dance. Happier we get as the light grows stronger.
We shall melt. Eventually, we'll be one. Now, we are many. But we shall unite naturally as a product of our inspiration's love for us all.
It is a cruel world, but in this state, we need not be more than nothing or less than something. We just are, and that is what we live in.
We raise our arms in greeting to our creator; it greets us with a gentle smile and low bow. A mountain in superiority that treats us equally, as one, as itself.
We all met along the way, creating our own paths until they merged into a river of hope. No one truly understood; no one truly had a purpose. Everything just came together; everything was serendipitous.
Warm sun fills the air, touching our bodies, sending us into a state of bliss amongst each other. Embrace it; do not question. Smiles ripple like water from a cast stone. Our faces glow in the yellow-orange rays.
What purpose do we have here? We join together, hands arms weaving together. A quilt, an orgy of minds. We are creation. We are life.
Our maker shows us the way. We follow like simple moths, but we are not lemmings. Light is our path, showing us not doors but wide spaces to frolic and dance. Happier we get as the light grows stronger.
We shall melt. Eventually, we'll be one. Now, we are many. But we shall unite naturally as a product of our inspiration's love for us all.
It is a cruel world, but in this state, we need not be more than nothing or less than something. We just are, and that is what we live in.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
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