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| this poetry is a lot more happy. (updated) |
| untitled 11*26*01 the fog no longer seems so spiteful to me (the water runs clear) washed away years of sadness and old scars this morning i made a vow (i promise to stand by it) i don't want these anymore YOU ARE ALL I WANT all i could ever need i couldn't ask to be happier there's a warm feeling deep in the pit of me (with you i am complete) the water finally runs clear |
| untitled 11*21*01 something torn apart quickly sewn back together making things happening breath in everything how does it feel? it feels like free... how can i say you? the words just can't come out staring directly at it for a short time was all i needed to know how do i feel? i feel like me... cold heart quickly turned to fire if only i could find a way to say... (thank you) |
| untitled ??? i can see the moon from behind these tears with one small glance i can view the years something holds me back as my body tries to shake i keep in mind that these memories form a lake the deep end i steer clear of, for the depth will draw me in i try not to look out there, the sun will be too dim everything has broke itself into lies all that i have trust in, it never seems to hide empty words with no meaning or thought have formed this mind i work with, the meaning i have sought my tears have begun to fade, i see the brightness more clearly with my caution i approach, it has got to be too early |
| for padraic 11*25*02 pieces of me inside pieces of you don't feel neglected (not anymore) we haven't seen ourselves so right finally not misplaced word of the moment seems to be content- -ly wrapped up in your arms and never leaving i can't imagine me not you me not pieced together by you my seams have been sewn shut you're not going anywhere now inside my stitches under my skin (you're there) and i won't let you go |
| untitled 2*18*02 tonight i realized while driving home that when it rains and you drive the world looks like it does through tear soaked eyes and it made me cry even more knwoing that ever rain drop that was falling before me had fallen once before perhaps upon the heavy head of a heartbroken teenager or in the ditch of a dead body's grave and in the same cycle....it falls again and again and waits to be sucked back up into the atmosphere (nothin is ever new anymore) as i stepped out of the car the memories of so many lives before fell on my head soaked my shoulders and provided for the puddle i stepped in tomorrow when (if) i wake the streets could be covered in snow all those memories and times in life frozen only to melt away and finally leave and it feels like everyone has begun again i wish for all of the people starving (whether intentionally or not) to regain strength i wish for every victim (seems we all are, these days) to finally recover and i wish i could make it all okay again for everyone |
| my blanket ??? where to start, where to start. i never usually feel this way, a moment of spontinaity lets for some unexpected things to happen. well, i guess that it means, huh? well no one really cares so maybe for once i should stop talking and just let things happen. how do you do that? i don't think that's ever happened to me so where do i start? i need someone to tell me i'm ok, i need something to happen to let me know i'm not losing my mind. but no one has ever helped me like that. when i find peace in something i'll wrap it arouns me so tightly that all i will ever feel within myself is peace...i think i need that. i need something but i need to find it. it will be my blanket. |
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