March 2009
28 posts
apathy.
what scares me is the apathy of those who see others in pain, and brush it off like a nondescript stain. we’re dealing with past issues in the present, no one pays attention to the plight of the peasant. look around you, and see those in need. there’s no such thing as world hunger, only world greed. turn a blind eye, i hope heaven’s gates turn you back. you don’t see what...
dealing with discontentment.
oh, but this wasn’t the way that you thought life would be. this wasn’t how things were supposed to turn out. succeeding was supposed to be easy, all this trouble my life was supposed to be without. where is my happy ending, this isn’t it. instead of the tops of mountains, i’m in a bottomless pit. i need what i want, and this isn’t it at all, brought down to my knees...
live like you know what death is.
i live like i’ve experienced death before, like there’s no more surprises for me in store. i’m acidic to the base, and solid to the core, whatever i ask, i am given more. i litter language and go to war, beat back the waters of delirium’s shore. i step to the cadence of an endless score, one step, two step, three step, four. my tongue has an edge that leaves your ears sore,...
my personal parable.
i was too scared to venture out of my comfort zone, i drew a line, of things i knew, and things unknown. but you found me, tugging on the line we’re connected through here and now. i was lost myself, and still you found me somehow. you pulled me out of my own ignorance, out of my mask, i shed all pretense, and you didn’t even ask. introduced me to the beauty in discovering. you found...
amused, but annoyed.
i am not in a relationship, haven’t been for a while, and will not for even longer. but one thing that annoys the crap out of me is this situation: girl tells guy she loves a guy with responsibilities. guy gets a job. girl feels lonely because guy has a job and guy needs to work. girl realizes that some jobless guy is “always there for her”, cheats, or just complains and picks...
differences aside.
here is the difference between us two, here is the line that separates me from you. i have no ambition to be something grand. i am content and satisfied to just understand, how the world works, and what makes it turn. but you won’t stop until you achieve all you yearn. take pride in that fact, that drive is something i lack. i enjoy the small moments, it is then i pause and sit back. you...
soul stains.
you are not the person in the mirror. you are your mother’s love, revere her. you are your father’s callused hands, respect him. you are the empty cup that was full to the brim. you are space you displaced, a pause in time. you are the current that sets to motion the static wind chime. you are the sculpture that everyone you know has touched. you are the heart in hand, firmly clutched....
i wish i met you sooner.
where were you, when i needed you the most? i know what i’m sick with, it’s been diagnosed. i’m sick of not being with you, sick of it. it’s not right, that two halves should split. i need you now, as i always have and will. there’s this cavity in me, that no one else can fill. where were you, when my smile took a turn for the worse? when you were the only cure, as...
i visit my muses nightly.
i’m locked into the rhythm of a clock wound tight. my days are wasted, my true freedom begins at night. that’s when i tumble downhill, take-off, and achieve flight. i soar to my destination of greatest delight. underneath me passes dreams of enormous height, but they disappear behind me, soon out of sight. my fingers in the darkness, my toes in the light. i visit my muses, and am careful to be...
a reminder.
you remind me of a childhood crush, when thoughts of you only made me blush. you remind me of a teenaged attraction, and even then you were only a major distraction. now you are my grown up love, a physical reminder from up above, that we are more than flesh and bone, we weren’t meant to be alone. we weren’t meant to be apart, because more than body, we are heart.
invest in immortality.
little do you know where my travel takes me. i try to lie quiet, but the silence wakes me. you don’t understand me no matter how i explain it. i hail puns, and rain wit. i attract mettle, so they try to foil me. but i’m untouchable and endless, like immortal royalty. i’m not what you see, i’m the words that reside inside me. i’m the whispers that warm your soul, i’m the...
what matters.
no matter who you are, you are a product of love. made and tailored, a custom glove. you were designed with a purpose in mind. drafted and crafted to the specifications of the world, you are the breeze in sails unfurled. you make the world move, not this concept they call gravity. only you fit the particular outline of a unique cavity. so never lose sight of your own importance. there’s no...
for you.
I wish someone would write me a love letter.
-by Miss Dreass
[me.]
hello lady. i’m in love with you. honestly, truly. you are the most beautiful aspect of humanity that exists. there is a direct correlation between my happiness and your smile. strip me of my hands, if i could only once, brush back your hair. do away with my legs, if i could walk to where you are. and there, i would have...
a near thing.
when two are in a relationship, its my belief that that is sacred; to cherish and preserve. and you were happy with him, but then he left and it threw me for a curve. because the first time we talked, i began to like you a bit. but those were awkward feelings, ones i wouldn’t permit. then you put words to things about me that i never realized was true. watered and fed daily, something inside me...
the world we've earned.
we went from being children, to being older, the world we’ve never left has gotten colder. the world will, and has never changed. no, we as a people have become estranged. we’ve developed eyes on the back of the head, whereas we looked onward, we now peer backwards instead. the blood’s ignored when there’s gold for gleaning, love and peace have lost their meaning....
accept help.
it’s good to be independent, but what about those who’d like to help and share? who’d like to show, in little ways that they care? but you tell them, no thank you, i can handle it on my own, i don’t need your help, i can do it all alone. so they learn to leave you be, and sometimes, leave you out. but you notice and anger wells within, friends you start to doubt. you can’t deny that this happens,...
we will meet in our dreams.
i’d like to fall asleep at the same time as you, so that we could meet in our dreams too. we can live in the day, and at night we will play, as they say, in a land, far, far, away. i’ll be the knight, and save you from the dragon, or the chef from the restaurant that you left your bag in. or you can be the doctor, that saved me from death’s grimy clutch. or the beauty that...
please remember.
you, yes you. i know that at times, waking up everyday is tiring. it’s not easy, to find in every moment, something inspiring. every cycle of the clock brings nothing new, only the same hoops to jump and run through. longing for moments that make your heart beat faster, but all that ever happens is one after another disaster. you try to fool yourself, that with that acquired possession, my...
just say it.
i tried to believe in love, but it’s not working out too well. i’d like to believe in heaven, but i can’t seem to get out of hell. there’s too much of waiting in lines, and looking for signs. you have to learn how to read the language of the body. you start out looking for that somebody, and that quickly turns to anybody. i’m looking for clues and subtle suggestions....
boldness.
i was hoping for a yes, but expecting a no. i closed my eyes in the silence, my insides in a bow. i hope i didn’t stutter, i phrased it very carefully. sharing how i truly feel, happens very rarely. all those positive vibrations and encouraging voices, in this direct confrontation, toned down to barely audible voices. my mind raced, i regretted my boldness. would she be gentle, or brittle...
live effortlessly.
people these days live with prophetic apologies, turning their mistakes into self-fulfilling prophecies. everyone’s flawed and missing pieces. it’s not acknowledged so stupidity increases. ignorance isn’t stupid, ignoring ignorance is. it’s hard to believe the world can get worse than this. people are growing up way too fast, trying to skip childhood instead of making it...
something fantastic.
my life is sunken in weary repetition. every day is spent in silent transition. from here to there, and there and back, my life’s on track, but my life’s on a track. this is a closed course, predefined. and on this track i am confined. i can’t break free from this monotony. over and over and over again, i retrace the steps to places i’ve been. the next morning signals a...
for those in need of it.
i hope i didn’t startle you, just wanted to say hello. you have an understanding smile, just wanted to let you know. it looks like struggles and battles and bottling it up. like all your life you’ve been holding a half-empty cup. but it also tells of the courage, holding it all together. of learning to lean in to the wind in the midst of stormy weather. the subtle twist of your lips...
until then.
i’ve liked you for a little, and loved you for a lot. there was no bait involved, and still i was caught. i like you for the good things, and love you in spite of the bad, you are undoubtedly the worst regret that i’ve ever had. you put my mood on swings, like the ocean and the moon, wrenched out butterflies that flap an internal monsoon. soon, i will work up the courage to tell you...
irrelevant of time.
when i say i’ll love you forever, forever isn’t time without end. it overlooks time and ignores the clock. it’s the immortality of a moment, pristine, the immovable rock. here in this moment, i will love you forever, these are ties that will never sever. see for yourself and detect the truth in my voice. there is no ulterior motive, this is purely my choice. forever in this...
in debt.
borrow my sadness, and never return it. a sentimental mental rental that went awry. keep it please, dismantle and burn it. take away heavy feelings, my ability to sigh. i have no need for it, take it, it’s yours. it’s vestigial, the emotion sad. it sits alone in one of my heart’s drawers. nothing like the emotion glad. sadness grips me quietly, an unforgiving snake. never utters...
oddly music.
music, for some odd reason, makes me happy inside. an esoteric giddiness that it never fails to provide. whenever i suffer an attack of the frowns, i close my soul’s shutters, and meditate on the sounds. dance is not controlled seizures, and music is more than organized noise. it’s an eclectic language of temporal joys. to a cosmopolitan cadence, a vocal effigy is preserved. with no...
unrequited.
she wore this skin of paint that concealed who she really was. she didn’t even know why, it was all just because. because no one really wanted to know who she really is. so when he came into her life, and saw past it, she became his. and he saw her flaws and downfalls, and wet cheeks. and he loved her for them, and patched up her eye leaks. he accepted her wholly for her own sake, but that...
