clouds float, slowly making their way across the sky
while the moon and I choose to remain motionless.
at a standstill.
the sky has become so clear that even the stars have deemed it worthy of making an appearance in this beautiful, smog-ridden city.
at the touch and scent of cold cement,
I breathe the air.
deep, steady breaths of fresh night air.
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Friday, January 29, 2010
post-preface
stare, listen to
the song spilling
over and
into
stare, watch four
blinks shift from
past to
future
now
an awakening
behind, though forever
inside
what change, what beauty, what gladness
the song spilling
over and
into
stare, watch four
blinks shift from
past to
future
now
an awakening
behind, though forever
inside
what change, what beauty, what gladness
Monday, January 25, 2010
the one who's always in
denial
...DENIAL?
You have misinterpreted me. Who I am.
And I'm sorry--I'm not saying this to be cruel--but you are the one whose life is DRIVEN by denial.
Or actually, one could say your life is NOT driven because of it.
denial?
try
feeling.
sensitivity.
optimism.
idealism.
Your words hurt me...wound me.
They're poison, and this is all I can do to flush it out.
...DENIAL?
You have misinterpreted me. Who I am.
And I'm sorry--I'm not saying this to be cruel--but you are the one whose life is DRIVEN by denial.
Or actually, one could say your life is NOT driven because of it.
denial?
try
feeling.
sensitivity.
optimism.
idealism.
Your words hurt me...wound me.
They're poison, and this is all I can do to flush it out.
Sunday, January 24, 2010
YET
Your name was on my ticket. At first, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me. But no. Right there, in bold letters, your name was printed on my ticket.
And I laughed to myself at what was just another.
And I laughed to myself at what was just another.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
move
gold lights
track's hum
shrill horn
cabin's
squeaks
bumpsrattlesvibrations
(an otherwise consistent task)
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
figurative
at any other time,
from any other person,
I would jump
to hear it.
but now,
with you,
clarity
is my one desire.
from any other person,
I would jump
to hear it.
but now,
with you,
clarity
is my one desire.
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
minutes till
for some strange reason
(at this specific second)
my inner monologue
is pissing me off.
WHY
not a clue
lying here, I yearn for
an out-of-body experience
but must resort to--
WAIT
hold on, stop
(I like myself again)
can't you see
how it saves me?
(at this specific second)
my inner monologue
is pissing me off.
WHY
not a clue
lying here, I yearn for
an out-of-body experience
but must resort to--
WAIT
hold on, stop
(I like myself again)
can't you see
how it saves me?
Saturday, January 9, 2010
broken
Turn it off.
This is what I needed to do. But the noise is somehow still there: the euphony, the energy, and the static. I hear it all, the songs that are still playing. No matter what buttons I choose to press, I not only continue to hear the noise, but I feel it--flowing through me. All over. But I know that over time, the music will grow softer and softer. A little bit each day, until finally--it fades into a distant melody.
This is what I needed to do. But the noise is somehow still there: the euphony, the energy, and the static. I hear it all, the songs that are still playing. No matter what buttons I choose to press, I not only continue to hear the noise, but I feel it--flowing through me. All over. But I know that over time, the music will grow softer and softer. A little bit each day, until finally--it fades into a distant melody.
Monday, January 4, 2010
shared
such...real happiness is almost always accompanied by real pain. it's a package deal. you simply cannot have one without the other. so...get used to it?
Friday, January 1, 2010
altitude: 37026 ft
Blue sky
above me
Blue sky
surrounding me
Endless blankets
(of clouds)
below me;
Up here,
in the air
I journey through
unparalleled beauty
and think to myself:
I was born to fly.
above me
Blue sky
surrounding me
Endless blankets
(of clouds)
below me;
Up here,
in the air
I journey through
unparalleled beauty
and think to myself:
I was born to fly.
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