Monday, May 31, 2010

The Medicine Is The Sickness

If there’s one thing I hate, it’s people who won’t let me in on the freeway.

If there’s one thing I hate, it’s having to let people in on the freeway.

If there’s one thing I hate, it’s waking up to 50 assholes pretending to be me.

If there’s one thing I hate, it’s waking up feeling like an asshole because I yelled at those assholes.

If there’s one thing I hate, it’s people who turn the things I say into insipid greeting card messages.

If there’s one thing I hate, it’s turning a bunch of ideas into a laundry list.

If there’s one thing I hate, it’s that feeling you get when you scratch something new.

If there’s one thing I hate, it’s not knowing what’s wrong with someone and all you want to do is make them feel better.

If there’s one thing I hate, it’s knowing that my mind naturally gravitates towards the negative and not being able to stop it.

If there’s one thing I hate, it’s people who become your friend, to become your friends’ friend.

If there’s one thing I hate, it’s being really busy and using that as an excuse to ignore your email.

If there’s one thing I hate, it’s having to acknowledge that my feelings are my own, no one else’s. And, my responsibility.

If there’s one thing I hate, it’s forgetting that and taking the way I feel out on the world.

If there's one thing I hate, it's people who criticise things, who can't take criticism.

If there’s one thing I hate, it’s going to the same job day-after-day for the same pay.

If there’s one thing I hate, it’s not having a job.

If there’s one thing I hate, it’s not you.

It's me.

Friday, May 28, 2010

The Drowning Of Sorrow

You made your point. I broke my guitar/paintbrush/pen/heart.

Thursday, May 27, 2010

The Synæsthesia Inside

To you, it might just be the chemicals inside us changing. All I know is our bodies reward us for being with each other.

Wednesday, May 26, 2010

The Fading Glow

What you gave me was a reason. Not an excuse. Because there’s sex, making love and fucking. And then there’s you.

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

The Prisons We Made For Ourselves

You should put them in a cage. The beggars and the vagrants and the ones we fight against. The people we disagree with. The ones who look or sound different from us. The neighbours who talk about us. Let's put the whole god damn world in a cage. Until the walls enclose it all. And only we are left on the outside.

Monday, May 24, 2010

The Lovers Bleed Into Each Other

And as we touch, I can never tell if you are touching me or I am touching you.

Friday, May 21, 2010

The Avoidance Of Pain

I would never hurt you. Not even to kiss it better.

Thursday, May 20, 2010

The Melting Of Glaciers

I tried so hard after they left to make my heart hard. And now you have undone all my hard work.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

The Sweet Release

If you blur your eyes, the streetlights become hundreds of ghosts going home.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

The Books Never Written

Dragons, angels, gnomes, creatures beneath the earth that make words with hammers, a shooting star that shoots back, rain falling from the ground to the sky, bars that refuse to serve dwarfs or wanderers, a fountain that makes you young (and lonely) while those around you grow old, saplings that know everything, a sea made of tears from every lover who never loved, a silver boat with a sail made of pages from all the books that were never written.

All my dreams are beautiful. But none as beautiful as you. You are the reason I return here each morning.

Monday, May 17, 2010

The Midnight Sea Memorial

Whether you're there for every kid who gets beaten up for not listening to the radio or there for every kid who gets beaten up because they do, just be there.

Friday, May 14, 2010

The City Rises And Falls

You were a dream. Then a reality. Now a memory.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

The Stranger On Stage

Don't give the crowd what they want. If they knew what they wanted, they'd be on stage. Not you.

Wednesday, May 12, 2010

The Theory Is Still Just Theory

And if I blink my eyes enough, maybe I will wake up and you will still be there sleeping next to me.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

The Fragments Of Hope

Dear Future You,

Hold on. Please.



Dear Current You,

I’m holding on. But it hurts.



Dear Past You,

I held on. Thank you.



Monday, May 10, 2010

The Day Time Waited For Me

And so, I wait because you have already left and my work here, is done. I wait and wonder how my skin feels like it’s made of love letters written a hundred years too soon (too late). I wonder at the mystery of life and how much of it can possibly remain. I wonder at pain and hurt and love and time and how much of each I held. I wonder at how I cannot remember anything in my life before I met you. I wonder at the tiniest of touches and try, desperately, to keep their memories alive. I wonder at loneliness. I wonder at how long it’ll be, before I see you again. I wait. And I wonder.

Friday, May 7, 2010

The Note In The Garden

By the time you read this, I'll be fine.

Thursday, May 6, 2010

The Untouchable City

That's what it feels like when you touch me. Like millions of tiny universes being born and then dying in the space between your finger and my skin. Sometimes I forget.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

The Upsidedowness Of Everything

So yes, I laughed. I laughed at the pain and the futility and the frustration and the heartache to keep it separate from me. And while it may seem like insanity to you, it is the thing that prevents it, for me.

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

The Growl Of Ozymandias

Witness my greatness! I am the ruler of parks and trees from here until the end of the street, I have howled at the moon until it was mine, I am the master of all I survey and I answer to no one!

The fact that you know nothing about me is a flagrant display of ignorance. I pity you.

Monday, May 3, 2010

The World You Cannot Fly In

They've taken us from the edge of the sky (Where the sky is just our reflection, looking down) and brought us here, my love. I can no longer breathe and you, you and the world have begun to melt and fade.

They've taken us, my love, in their cruel nets and crude boats to their own dark sky.

They think us ugly. But we are not the ugly ones here.