January 31, 2009
sorry for the sorrow
heart strings drip sorrow in this sun lit room. they shimmer as they fall, almost happy to be free. once they're alone it's a different story. january reminds of heart ache, and february reads eulogies. love, for now, is the enemy. internally constricted, pain doesn't flow so easily. swallow it down, it'll all be over soon. tears stain cheeks, but shimmer in this sun lit room.
January 26, 2009
moisture
a dreary, wet-without-rain day rests stagnantly on passing shoulders.
pedestrians move through the moist air with a sleepiness only the sun can cure.
gray lyrics fade in and out of thoughts, and fog consumes the horizon.
thoughts trickle down as dense air does, condensing to a liquid too heavy to float, sliding down still panes of glass.
thick days like these make the future hard to breathe in.
pedestrians move through the moist air with a sleepiness only the sun can cure.
gray lyrics fade in and out of thoughts, and fog consumes the horizon.
thoughts trickle down as dense air does, condensing to a liquid too heavy to float, sliding down still panes of glass.
thick days like these make the future hard to breathe in.
January 23, 2009
falling
it only hurts when my hopes are up.
the fall can be too far.
i hope darkness meets me at the end.
the fall can be too far.
i hope darkness meets me at the end.
January 16, 2009
pollock
It's like starring at the horizon.
Which way should I go?
And do I want to go at all?
What if the road ends dead.
But we all die.
Which way should I go?
And do I want to go at all?
What if the road ends dead.
But we all die.
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