JanuaryJan 24 Saturday 09
Take your heart
and give it to someone
to give to someone
in need.
DecemberDec 24 Wednesday 08
Where did she learn to be so critical cruel,
hyperactive in her hostility
towards me,
turning every little action mine
into a fault of being?
I sit here alone,
realizing
that the boomerang of yesterday's arguments
have finally returned to me.
Who knew that there would always be a choice
has the power to become
whatever they choose.
DecemberDec 22 Monday 08
If there is no time like the present
Then why are so many trapped in the past
Waiting for the future to rescue them?
There must be better times for new beginnings
than the poor excuses we let slip through our fingertips.
Slivers of sentiment,
shards of shared memories,
dreams of happily ever after shattered,
and no one knows how to clean up the pieces
without getting cut
and bleeding all over the place
in awkward apologies and vulnerable vengeance.
It seems like it just flows sometimes often
whenever I remember to forget about
what it is that I thought I must do,
and in these times, I am (and so should I be).
hawthorn in fog Originally uploaded by norbeastSometimes it's not so clearAnd the fuzziness of my edgesThe fog is a blessing
Walkway Originally uploaded by BottleLeafInviting and ominousFreedom callingShould I Go?
the crows Originally uploaded by 2eyesphotosSometimes my vision gets twistedAnd I get lost in cause and effectMy reason turning upside down
SeptemberSep 14 Sunday 08
Montage of US number plates_c Originally uploaded by Jon BowerPast lives registeredPlaces I have beenOfficially
Richardson Beach Stairs Originally uploaded by amy allcockIt's not what I seeWhen the sun looks at meMy shadow cast
I thought I loved the freedom,
the wonder of it all,
I was infatuated by the thought,
the experience.
I laid myself down,
I let myself go,
I fell from grace.
I wanted you to know,
I thought you would care.
I guess I was wrong.
Don't you think I know by now?
Don't you know I realize?
Yes, there is a blindness, an ignorance,
but it hasn't been bliss.
I just wanted to let you know.
I just had to get it out.
Insert your own commas:
I'm sorry
I loved you
the best I could
believe in something
greater than
this is
what I am
now that we're not
feeling
what we once were.
It's the simple, the silent, the appreciated moment
We can remember, recall and reminisce.
We can make excuses, examples and explanation.
We can laugh about it, cry about it, smile about it and try to understand it.
But we can never go back again.
Lying there, face up to tearful eyes, and silent cries,