June 2009
32 posts
So Many Days
found myself lost
I always thought that one day this would happen. But out of all the nights it had to be tonight. And out of all the places in the world you had to be there. I didn’t know what to say or even how to say it. “Hi” didn’t seem like it was enough and at the same time it felt like it was too much. I never had the chance to be honest. I don’t even know if you would have listened. So I locked away...
And I’m learning my way around, stumbling like a man across the desert, and the things I learned from Steinbeck weren’t enough to bring me here, the things Fitzgerald told me realized my oldest fears. Don’t hold on too tight, To the things you know are real. To the things that you can see. You sweat the bad blood out of you, until the powers that be know you by your name and the tightrope line...
It’s like you’ve been thirsty for years. All of a sudden he hands you a glass of water. You’re skeptical but your mouth waters. It looks murky but you take a sip. It tastes off and leaves that metallic aftertaste. You wonder where he got it and how long he’s had it. How long has it been sitting in that glass? It’s like they’re tapping you on the shoulder, “Hey, look, look at us.” And there...
the moment i thought you didn’t love me back was one of the worst i’ve ever felt and then, later, when i realized that you did, was one of the best and now you are more part of me than i ever i thought you’d be and i love you more than you know
I wrote this song for my best friend -an amazing...
My fiance and I joke about how we will each die...
If I wear Levi’s, drink my fifth cup black, Hold my cigarette between my thumb and forefinger With the lit-end cupped within my palm Like a subtle reminder of my bravery, my rebellion My genius and my burn-resistant skin
If I preach spontaneity of emotion Name brilliance to the quick switch From hate to love, and violence and compassion And sex and Honduras and my grandma’s birthday That I...
Unconcious...State of Mind or Way of Life
I squint my eyes trying to hone in my focus to the front of the room. My eyelids become heavy and the last conscious thought that flashes across my mind before I lose grasp on reality is, DON’T FALL ASLEEP. One, two maybe even three seconds pass. I jerk my head up as I feel a small pool of drool collect on my notes. “Damn, not again!” I think as I inconspicuously try to wipe up...
sleep evades me because the information i have filled my mind with has a rush hour from 10 till dawn and all the lies i have told drown me in the dark i want to say “it’s all a lie” which would just be another because your smile was true it gave me a spark of hope
genres. Movies, music, studies, colors. Everything that we are around has genres. Things like the movies that we attend, the music that we listen to, the people that we hang out with. Everything that we are around has a genre. Have you ever listened to a song and tried to classify. I am handicapped at classifying songs. Absolutely handicap. I am unable to know which genre a song falls into. Not...
Jack and Jill ran up the hill. Jill ran faster, head lowered in a headlong flinging motion toward the top of the hill. Jack jogged half-heartedly, panting and grasping his side. They were six. Jack’s mother and Jill’s mother stood at the bottom of the small hill, clapping and shouting encouragments. Jill’s father and Jack’s father stood at the top of the hill, both with...
Kindergarten
Does anyone remember kindergarten when it was okay to be nice to each other. If you don’t let me remind you. When we were all in preschool or at home with our parents or wherever we were before we began kindergarten there was one lesson that nearly everyone was focused on teaching us. Nice. Don’t say mean things, don’t hit or pinch, don’t kick, don’t steal things,...
There once was a little girl. She wasn’t that little. In fact. she was me. So there I sat.No, I was standing.NO! I was RUNNING!and I ran so fast I couldn’t tell what color that car was. I think it was white but only because I think everything becomes white if we don’t remember what color it really was. So this white car whizzed by really fast and I saw a hand. Flailing. I saw a...
Not Jealous. Not Blind.
I see you do all the things that I want to do And be all the things that I am. I just wish that I could be lucid, see-through, And find out where I should stand. They all think you are profound and gifted, But you don’t fool me, you see. Don’t misunderstand, you talented, But your words and your grasp are only skin deep.
