it's strange
the way
one
can capture
the eye.
i see
no one
else now.
i cannot
say
what this
means,
but i can say
that i am
glad,
because i
no longer
crave
the flesh
of any
other.
i am
pure
once more.
2.11.12 (incessant)
some days
i don't think
of you.
it was her,
but she
vanished,
in your
shadow.
some days
i think
of nothing.
some days
i am
overwhelmed
by just waking up.
some days
i am sad
and it pains me
greatest
to recall
those many lovers
of mine
who are now
just people
i once knew.
some days
end different
from what i had
in mind,
and sometimes
that's good,
but sometimes it's
bad,
and i start over...
some days...
i don't think
of you.
it was her,
but she
vanished,
in your
shadow.
some days
i think
of nothing.
some days
i am
overwhelmed
by just waking up.
some days
i am sad
and it pains me
greatest
to recall
those many lovers
of mine
who are now
just people
i once knew.
some days
end different
from what i had
in mind,
and sometimes
that's good,
but sometimes it's
bad,
and i start over...
some days...
2.11.12 (the end)
there are always
these things
these times
to bring you down...
the temporary distractions
things that let us
breathe...
a taste, a breath
of fresh air
these littles things
we need.
a moment in time
to ease the pain
of the day to day
we pray delayed.
yet we push on
encouraged by
thoughts
of a better
tomorrow
a life without
loss.
but tomorrow
never comes,
just another tuesday.
another number
on the check
that you are paid.
we do what we can
to forget what we can not
that we are all destined to die
and we are all destined to rot.
these things
these times
to bring you down...
the temporary distractions
things that let us
breathe...
a taste, a breath
of fresh air
these littles things
we need.
a moment in time
to ease the pain
of the day to day
we pray delayed.
yet we push on
encouraged by
thoughts
of a better
tomorrow
a life without
loss.
but tomorrow
never comes,
just another tuesday.
another number
on the check
that you are paid.
we do what we can
to forget what we can not
that we are all destined to die
and we are all destined to rot.
2.11.12 (why)
i drink because
and you ask why?
i ask do you blame me?
and yet again
you ask why?
what else could i do?
watching the object
of my affection
wrapped around another.
it had been this way
for quite a while
but it didn't hurt
quite as bad
until my name
left those lips.
and you ask why?
i ask do you blame me?
and yet again
you ask why?
what else could i do?
watching the object
of my affection
wrapped around another.
it had been this way
for quite a while
but it didn't hurt
quite as bad
until my name
left those lips.
2.4.12 (cruel)
i do not like it,
but i can not say
that it is the worst fate
to have it be destined
that the only songs
that grace the strings
of my timid heart
are sad ones.
but i can not say
that it is the worst fate
to have it be destined
that the only songs
that grace the strings
of my timid heart
are sad ones.
2.2.12 (some days)
Some
days
filled with
somedays.
I get
tired
feeling
this way,
but it's
all I've got,
and it's all
I know.
days
filled with
somedays.
I get
tired
feeling
this way,
but it's
all I've got,
and it's all
I know.
2.2.12 (this is an adventure)
When we were young, we had the right idea. Adventurers. That's what we were. That's what we should still be. It doesn't feel right to not be. We lose a part of ourselves the second we forget, and we spend the rest of our days searching for a replacement. We get jobs we don't like, we buy things we don't need, we get credit cards and max them out. But what for? All it takes is another adventure, and it's returned to us, and once you get it back, you'll never lose it again.
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