July 2010
4 posts
holding on.
i’m holding on to memories, although they may be lost. putting together right now, from the moment our paths first crossed. i’m searching for captured fragments, as my mind, i exhaust, picking through the rubble, for forgotten bits we tossed. i try to hum the melody, a song i’m listening to. i’m telling myself forget it, but i know i’m reminiscing too. so i find...
sweet or sour.
why don’t you understand that i want to be there when you cry? to be ready with a shoulder, for your eyes to dry. i want to experience every moment with you. to make of every second, a mental tattoo. when you understand for the first time, that life isn’t always hard. when you realize for the first time, that you can be internally scarred. when everything seems to just fall in place,...
a dead end.
i’ve lost what little i’ve tried so hard to gain. all my efforts and pain, were all in vain. she walks away, while i stand still. my hands reach out, as hands will. my feet, they stutter. but do not move. my lips, my words, they do not soothe. anything i say, her eyes dismiss. regrettable, that things came to this. where once my arms were her only reprieve, now my shoulders are just a...
the cost of freedom.
my soul is heavily weighted, though my bonds, they be light. i am worn to rough bits, to some devil’s delight. i patch myself together, into an organized mess. i’ve been a worthless son, a careless friend, a thoughtless lover; i want to be more than less. but i’m stuck in a cold coffin of my own devising, too busy attending my funeral to see the sun rising. the world trys its...
