Thursday, July 30, 2009
The Well Of Dreams
To wake up next to you. And confirm that the images I saw on the back of my eyelids seconds before, have all been made real.
Written by Me at 11:58 PM 19 comments
He gave me that night back and this time, I told you the truth. We talked and held each other till the sun came up. And as I went to hell, the devil asked me if it was worth it. I said yes. Yes it was.
Written by Me at 1:38 AM 37 comments
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
The Building We Could Burn
Written by Me at 12:43 AM 14 comments
Monday, July 27, 2009
The Peace In The Disturbance
I'll do every dish ever made. I'll change as much as I can without changing who I am. Just promise me you'll stay.
Written by Me at 11:57 PM 32 comments
Sunday, July 26, 2009
The Princess Is In Another Castle
You cannot go back in time, even if you wish it with every fiber of your being, your heart and soul, even if you think about it every day. Trust me. I know.
Written by Me at 11:59 PM 37 comments
Friday, July 24, 2009
The Screaming Mob
Written by Me at 12:06 AM 23 comments
Thursday, July 23, 2009
The Tower In The Asylum
Yet, no matter how accurately you write it or mumble it under your breath, it won't change the way things stand between you. A poem, let alone a paragraph, is not a magic spell. And the only people who can write those stay in padded rooms, listening to music no one's ever played.
Written by Me at 12:29 AM 8 comments
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
The Doppler Effect
Written by Me at 12:52 AM 17 comments
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
The Wake Up Call
That's what you don't get. To find two people who have the same heart isn't a coincidence. It's a God damn miracle. And it happens every day.
Written by Me at 12:38 AM 18 comments
Monday, July 20, 2009
The Words You Lost Between Cushions
Written by Me at 1:20 AM 42 comments
Friday, July 17, 2009
The Possibility Of Clouds And Thunder Showers
Oh, how I wish you wouldn't worry so. There's hope in every breath. But when fear infects the bones, I'm told, the heart is always next.
Written by Me at 12:15 AM 22 comments
Thursday, July 16, 2009
The Place You Used To Live
There's still a door here shaped like you. Boarded up, covered in chains and nails. Paper stuffed in the locks.
Written by Me at 12:28 AM 18 comments
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
The First Sign Is Taking Strange Pictures
I have pretended to go mad in order to tell you the things I need to. I call it art. Because art is the word we give to our feelings made public. And art doesn't worry anyone.
Written by Me at 12:36 AM 15 comments
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
The Glitter Phoenix
Written by Me at 12:51 AM 20 comments
Monday, July 13, 2009
The Needle And Ink
Look at you, like a new tattoo. Because I might not always have you but I'll have the feeling of you for the rest of my life.
Written by Me at 12:20 AM 19 comments
Friday, July 10, 2009
The Blind Corner Waits
I just move my lips and my tongue and breathe and the sounds are made. But still, I do not say "I love you" easily.
Written by Me at 1:14 AM 32 comments
Thursday, July 9, 2009
The Bridge From Solitude
Just like you mistook lust for love, you have mistaken being alone with loneliness. So I'm fine. Thank you for asking.
Written by Me at 12:58 AM 23 comments
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
The Amazing Something
The feeling you get when you think of something amazing then forget it and know that it felt amazing but you can't remember the details. Then, minutes later, you remember it again and you're so grateful because you nearly lost something amazing, forever. Except, this time, it's a person. Not an idea.
Written by Me at 11:42 PM 25 comments
The Metal VS Time
Which is why when you feel that it'll take everything you have and you think that it'll take a lifetime to accomplish, you need to remember that that's exactly what you have.
Written by Me at 12:16 AM 10 comments
Monday, July 6, 2009
The Water Flows Uphill
The heart is a muscle like any other and the best exercise you can do for it is called picking yourself up off the floor.
Written by Me at 2:56 AM 15 comments
Friday, July 3, 2009
The Aliens Landed Hard
You see, the problem isn’t that a generation has chosen sadness as an icon. It’s that other generations don’t know why.
Written by Me at 12:19 AM 14 comments
Thursday, July 2, 2009
The Manic Iridescent
Written by Me at 12:26 AM 24 comments
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