Thursday, December 17, 2009
You say that the way I feel, it's all just chemicals in my brain.
It's all just strange air in my atmosphere.
It's all just new colours in my rivers.
But you are my industry.
You are my factory.
You are my smoke stacks.
You are my production line.
You are my cheap sneakers.
You are my fast food.
And I'm a planet you once called home.
That's nearly out of air.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
And you will find no fear here, in unkind words or the hardness of others.
And you will find no sadness here, in the meanness of the world, in the anger that comes from those who feel small.
And you will find no hurt here, in a million insults or a single, softly spoken lie.
Because only a hard heart shatters.
Only a hard heart, breaks.
You say the reason things fall to the ground is because of gravity.
I say that gravity is a word, a name you gave to a small aspect of the magic that surrounds you on a daily basis.
Electricity is another name for magic. Wind is another name for magic. Water is another name for magic. Love is another name for magic.
We all live in a magical place.
Monday, December 14, 2009
Or they will know that we failed. Because we won't be here, anymore.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
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Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Oh love. Why is your body so still, why do your muscles sing no more, why does your chest not rise and fall.
Oh love. Why is your skin so cold, why do your eyes not trace my face, why do you not get up and accept my warm embrace.
Oh love. I have no regrets for our mistakes, no heart left to break, for you have taken it with you to the grave.
Oh love. Love that turned to death, death that turned to longing, longing that turned away from me, leaving me here to bear it alone.
Oh love. Oh love. Oh my love.