Thursday | May 15, 2008

softly...

soft
the touch of your words against my spirit
caressing gently the many expectations of my being
i'm held in captivity, anticipating the next words
softly
creating a world of sunlight and inconsistency
but my spirit thrives from the new !....  and it's you
butterfly wings against my heart
still
i. hear the turmoil in their complaints
but i'm lost in the dream of what could  be
how can we focus so much on the pain?
the pleasure is blinding in brilliance!
softly
the touch of your words gliding across myself
lost in the many possibilities of what loving you means
my spirit loved and loving
softly

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i love my family. i love you guys. *sweet dreams. blessings.
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Wednesday | May 14, 2008

something lovely

~* you are  *~


you're an empty bottle. breaking. ringing out like a bell. no shattering movements. you simply break apart. it's always been.

you're an earthquake. heavy womanly feeling. there settling in my womb. there debating my many choices. there empty.

you're a muttered word. i hate your form and formats! but bring me life like you have... nothing yet described. bring me life. bring me passion!

you're a deep connection. and they form the rivers and river beds don't they? polishing the stones into glass. bringing life and movement. bring me meaning.

you're the heaviest matter in my universe. this "heaviness of being". such a something...... something.
 

something lovely.

~*~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

there on the moon


Current mood: froggy
 


close your eyes.


she's a fairy sitting on the moon. ever lasting memories and dark dotted skys. she twinkles like the light in my eyes.

i close my eyes and imagine her sitting there on the moon in her silence. i sit alone in the car. here on this busy highway. wizzing by me, so quickly, so inclined...to decline. my presence. her silence on the moon.

it's a buzzing street light. this grating in my mind. there in your mind. so "full of shit!...all this shit swimming in my mind" yes. she feels this too.

floating in the seeds." be there. just be there. so we can talk about it. just talk about it" close your eyes and i'll close mine...

my thoughts of you are like suspended tear drops. there hovering above your eye lash lines. can you feel the horizontal movements the world is making? and we're caught of kilter aren't we? swaying, and they wizz by so confidently don't they? don't they.

she sits there on the moons tip. wrapped in silence, watching the world below her. no one hears your footsteps. not on the moon, do they?

i feel them here. sitting in my car. wrapped in silence. watching the world outside of me. just going by so quickly. i feel you here. inside myself. 

i'll close mine.


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Friday | May 09, 2008

more words

Thursday, May 08, 2008
 

substance
 
Current mood: blissful


cheers. as always, here cheers! i say to you in broken sentences over miles and miles of light and sound. flashing through . lightening.


you've got visions in your head of what you think i could be. no it's not true. it really is this all the time. i really am THAT obsessed.

oh well.

special.
 memories.

it's all just a feeling inside you think you need to have. and you think these words , meaning. these words....hold meaning,meaning, meaning! no substance. at all.

Tuesday, May 06, 2008

saviour

Current mood: calm

Category: Writing and Poetry


you come to me like some great hidden moment, who are you and who are you and who are you and why?!

you've got secrets in your spirit, years of yearning crowded behind an invisible dam you've created all on your own. breathe! it's so useless!


all encompassing,you are,like a thunderstorm! sweep and destroy and degrade and demolish you and everything on the way to your front door. but i'm too tired and i'm just too tired and I'm just TOO damn tired of these paths!...never knowing the directions except the footprints i've made...and it's leading me home. that's beauty.

you come to me like some great transgression, but I won't be a statistic. i won't be just another notch on this inconsiderate belt of weakness.


i won't be anyones personal saviour.

Sunday, May 04, 2008
 

deep rivers

Current mood: luminous


deep rivers of "what must I be"

it's a longing... a longing..a longing to fall

this vertigo

this bone deep ache

but the drowning is not reaccurant

or rather the outcome is catyclismic

fatal

can i withstand?

ive got deep rivers running through my veins

deep oceans in my blood

and they're fathomless

god only knows...and the aching...always!

searching for answers

diving in again and again

but always gasping for breath...my fingers empty

Deep rivers and they pull

a great undercurrent and i'm powerless

I am powerless?

am i powerless?

who ever really knows

too many questions

i take them into myself in great satisfying gulps

asperating them into my lungs

letting them fill my belly

letting them fill my soul

until i'm drifting off

Deep rivers

and they flow constantly

what nonsence, so trivial...

still....i can't seem to let them go....
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