why does inadequacy have to be such a ruling emotion?
Thursday, February 25, 2010
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Saturday, January 23, 2010
11.
sometimes the fire burns out
before you do. i remember the way
your voice peaked at hello and
we never said goodbye. yes,
i realize some of these things i imagined
and you moved on,
broke your promises while i
held my breath thinking
of what to call you besides a liar.
and yes, you were a rising star,
now someone's lover in the morning.
i understand how things go to the wayside,
not necessarily forgotten. i am not
the type to hold out for second
or third or fourth chances, much less
giving them away. you can start now,
give up, or go. apologies are not
a new currency and we speak the same
sentence over and over. the best
always goes to find something better.
i am alone but it doesn't always ache.
before you do. i remember the way
your voice peaked at hello and
we never said goodbye. yes,
i realize some of these things i imagined
and you moved on,
broke your promises while i
held my breath thinking
of what to call you besides a liar.
and yes, you were a rising star,
now someone's lover in the morning.
i understand how things go to the wayside,
not necessarily forgotten. i am not
the type to hold out for second
or third or fourth chances, much less
giving them away. you can start now,
give up, or go. apologies are not
a new currency and we speak the same
sentence over and over. the best
always goes to find something better.
i am alone but it doesn't always ache.
Friday, January 8, 2010
10.
lately the roads have been darker.
this could be due to driving at 4am
or perspective. either way it doesn't
matter. everything draws out long,
not wanting to be what it is, a shape
shifter as soon as you turn.
there are no stories here,
no hidden elements that await you
with surprise. here we are,
standing in the middle of everything
we forget with eyes open.
where is the cure?
this could be due to driving at 4am
or perspective. either way it doesn't
matter. everything draws out long,
not wanting to be what it is, a shape
shifter as soon as you turn.
there are no stories here,
no hidden elements that await you
with surprise. here we are,
standing in the middle of everything
we forget with eyes open.
where is the cure?
Sunday, January 3, 2010
9.
where does the rising stop?
some story about the tide,
ebb and flow, creation instead
of destruction. we were not the
best beginning or end, a stepping
stone of intention. this isn't
hanging, you are not everywhere.
we are worth more apart.
some story about the tide,
ebb and flow, creation instead
of destruction. we were not the
best beginning or end, a stepping
stone of intention. this isn't
hanging, you are not everywhere.
we are worth more apart.
Friday, January 1, 2010
8.
i do not make resolutions.
last year is more than a memory,
and this year is meant to be about
action. i don't go out much these days.
from now on this is a chronicle,
forget the poetry.
last year is more than a memory,
and this year is meant to be about
action. i don't go out much these days.
from now on this is a chronicle,
forget the poetry.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
7.
there are people who shine.
they are not yours,
you cannot hold them. still,
some things you do not give
away.
stars are on your ceiling.
a token of years of your life,
something that you cannot part
with. a matter of breath,
dust, scientific theory.
you are not your past,
where you came from. these
are only mile markers of the
choices you continue to make.
some things are too strong to fight,
some things are not worth the loss.
they are not yours,
you cannot hold them. still,
some things you do not give
away.
stars are on your ceiling.
a token of years of your life,
something that you cannot part
with. a matter of breath,
dust, scientific theory.
you are not your past,
where you came from. these
are only mile markers of the
choices you continue to make.
some things are too strong to fight,
some things are not worth the loss.
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