Wednesday, August 27, 2008

days come more often than a fairy-tale-ordered heart would have ever thought. because it should have never been. that heart was only lying. it played so many games, created the best excuses and why fors. never listening to those quaint thoughts, especially those harsh words. set aside. those what ifs that could have never been; are now. now on the look out for a new closure. wishing to hold your hand, square eyed, "yes i understand, my lost." this heart was never fickle. always one answer, always one drive. as it so deceives. i forgive it and myself. right? forgiven. you are next. but mostly gone. how did you know. always knew. and so did i. but we knew so different. and found paths to justify them both. as i pant slowly, washed up. while the waves sing their only song. lost battle. war games. and word wars. a defeat which rewrote the future.

Saturday, August 23, 2008


better left unsaid
rather than: you knows, i mean, well, so yeah's
my words
they sound so tragically uneducated

no excuses for sentences broken by laughter
i know what theyre all thinking

no one appreciates the joy that breaks those sentences
rather they sigh, and lose concentration
given a minute
their honesty read:
my eloquent speech captures that broken prose

better heard on a scratch piece of paper

quick fix:
teach your eyes to listen

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

e a c h l e t t e r

some times
i wonder
if it is bad to be obsessed with words
with script
the way it looks
the way each letter or symbol follows the other
each with sound so profound to be heard
just to be muttered
as long as it is heard
it asks for nothing more
as do i

Monday, August 11, 2008

i wrote this for us

i love this feeling. the new feelings you get from meeting new people. learning the way they move, and how you can move to better suit their movement.
listening to commonalities. and differences. hoping to agree on only the most important things, but so still either way.
i am at ease.
and feel beautiful.
there is more to be had. and i will have it.
im listening to this new music. and it makes me feel like i could be in love. at any moment.
but the right moment. tomorrow, months, or years from now.
but i am in love.
with hope. it's defined me.
there is warm hot chocolate around the corner, waiting to be sipped and held so tightly.
a child down the street waits for the perfect moment to sit straight up, turn their head, and smile.
for that perfect picture.
i know, they told me she would.
it's a freshness.
a new haircut that is more than acceptable.
tasting colour from your lips.