Saturday, May 30, 2009

Friday, May 29, 2009

Vacant Hearts



It's a single
vowel in this metallic
silence, a mouth that says
O again and again in wonder
and pain, a breath, a finger
grip on a cliffside. You can
hold on or let go.

Vacant Minds

My words were cold and flat
And you deserve more than that


Tuesday, May 19, 2009

Irrevocably

Oh the quiet child awaits the day when she can break free
The mold that clings like desperation
Oh mother don't you see I've got To live my life the way I feel is right for me,
Say it's not right for you But it's right for me

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Portrait.

You know how I feel, now I just need to know how you feel. Because I'm to afraid to take chances.
especially when I care so much.

Afraid


With the most sincere honesty I feel I should tell you,
I'll break your heart into a million pieces.
After the first kiss, there will be nothing left of my self control.
The moment I realize I'm nothing without you, I'll lose my head.
The moment I fall in love with you, I'll break your heart.

History has a tendancy to repeat when it comes to me,
same mistakes & same problems. I always think I've learned from my mistakes
when they sneak back up on me. & I fool myself into thinking the problems go away.
Some things don't leave you.

Just don't, not yet.


I want to be there for you, for every up and down. I want to be there when you need me, and when you push me away. I just can't ask you to be there for me, when you really start to see. I've been alone with this for far to long to let someone in so easily. I don't mean to be selfish or clingy or needy, if that's what you think then you don't understand. I just can't let someone in, if there going to leave. & everyone leaves, you can trust me on that one.

Friday, May 8, 2009

Your Dreams Seem To Fall Like Rain

Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative.
-Oscar Wilde

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

Weakness

I always wished I could be a Russian Doll. A red one. With a big pair of bright blue eyes and painted on eyelashes and pink rosy cheeks. Really rosy. And my mouth would be painted on red like a bow. I'd have a flower on my chest - a rose - and two small little hands by my side. And then I could be un wrapped, two, three, four times until I was small. Really small

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

I Don't Dare Enter The Outdoor World


Aren't we all just struggling to find the light hidden so deeply behind darkness, smoke & uncertainty?