October 2008
6 posts
i never told you.
did i tell you, how you remind me of childhood things, the only difference between you and the god sent, is a pair of wings? did i ever mention that you’ve interrupted my life with a precise incision, if you stayed still, i wouldn’t move from my position? did i ever say how i compare and compare, and others always lack, the way your breath makes my train of thought go off track? did i...
i, the weed.
don’t look at me, i’m not the man for you. look at me, look at you. you’re a princess, i’m a pauper. you deserve that gold, and all i have is copper. a life with me, is less than what you’re worthy of, you can’t live on kindness, can’t survive on love. i am not a man of glory and fame. all i have, is my pride and my name. pride and no ambition, name and no...
tragic.
i’ve been cut today, in so many places. in so many ways, by so many faces. i thought this, i thought that. well i thought wrong, very wrong. i thought i was more, but i was less. i’ve cursed the things i’ve tried to bless. drawn and quartered, stabbed and ripped. in its reciprocity, everything’s flipped. i took off my shell, and entered hell. took a step, crossed the line....
break this space.
hold on, don’t let go. here comes the destruction of all you know. empty thoughts, and drops of drips, no more gulps, just small sips. savor the flavor of your grasp, file off calluses, a quiet rasp. its fresh new skin, and fresh new prints. color in the borders, the hint of tints. one step, two, old, then new.
i wanna break this space, and create again. a world of color, a life of sin. i...
i feel.
i feel like i can’t cope with this complete absence of hope, can’t understand why the demands of existence entails so much resistance. i feel like there won’t ever be more than this. less than ecstasy and bliss. i feel like i wish i could go missing, my reminiscing turns into remorse, i feel like i’m divorced from the right course, like i strayed. i wake up, grab my mask,...
smoke & tears.
and so as the world passes, i leave it behind. where my eyes are blind, my mind can see. with my eyes closed, i am rendered free. free to wander the avenues of time, lost in the quiet oasis of rhyme. clouds walk across my canvas, so i anticipate the rain. the drip of celestial tears dissipate the pain. and so time slips on by, as the death of the sun colors the sky. and i wait, wipe a tear,...
