Sunday, May 22, 2011
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Friday, May 6, 2011
Thrusting waves against the shore
Today I'll write a mountain
underneath the sand
and put there all the little people
who fight throughout my land
Today I'll sing an ocean
out into the stars
and swim beyond the horizon
who stretches away the scars
Today I'll dance a fire
with these very feet
and refresh every flickering flame
that is a part of me
Thursday, May 5, 2011
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Tuesday, May 3, 2011
Monday, May 2, 2011
Sunday, May 1, 2011
Saturday, April 30, 2011
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Friday, January 14, 2011
Last Night I Didn't Dance
Profound sadness seeps into everything I see, spotted with dots of happiness- faint, but piercing.
Bright stars coldly seen and burning hot, so far away.
I'm waiting for myself to come back to me and I wish I could dance with the multitudinous masses.
My feet stuck firm to the ground and I'm paralyzed by tears falling in the face of trees.
To grow so strong, stretching ever upwards to catch joy pouring forth from a golden sun.
Bright stars coldly seen and burning hot, so far away.
I'm waiting for myself to come back to me and I wish I could dance with the multitudinous masses.
My feet stuck firm to the ground and I'm paralyzed by tears falling in the face of trees.
To grow so strong, stretching ever upwards to catch joy pouring forth from a golden sun.
Thursday, January 13, 2011
Slipping
Slipping, slipping, slipping away
I've felt it for months now
that gradual fade, "the end is nigh."
Slowly, softly, slipping away.
Hope fades as hot memories sting my cheeks and burrow down deeper than I knew.
There's a chasm inside wherein I hurl dead parts of myself to churn into something new and real.
I stand at the edge of the ravine and I throw in laziness and pain. I toss out lies and get a running start before drop-kicking pity down the well.
I tried to chuck my heartache over the edge...
Hearts are fickle, they seek out pleasure and pain alike. Hearts are sticky, bouncy things that ride on your sleeve and whisper sweet nothings. They roll around orbiting like so many planets in the sky- gravity and heavy and pushing pressure around every side.
I don't want to forget anything, I just wish I wouldn't remember every second so vividly. Every kiss fresh and hugs and words and cuddles and smiles and every happy second imprinted for eternity in a heart that I'd rather let be.
Slipping, slipping, slipping away
It's so hard to let go
when there's nothing to hold onto.
Slowly, softly, slipping away.
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