Friday, July 30, 2010
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
I never saw you again. You slammed the door as you came in. We yelled at each other about something that just shouldn't fucking matter but for some reason, it does. It happened. We spoke softly. We were in bed. I told you
"I love you."
You said the same. We went to movies and parties and friends and ate and drank and made love.
It all ended with my eyes meeting yours for the first time and the sudden, extreme feeling of expectation.
And now, how can I miss what has never existed.
Written by Me at 11:06 AM
Monday, July 26, 2010
Friday, July 23, 2010
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Wednesday, July 21, 2010
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Monday, July 19, 2010
Friday, July 16, 2010
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
But don’t worry, somewhere, someone’s doing something beautiful and no one knows.
Seriously, a no one, nowhere with nothing is dreaming the Sistine Chapel in 3D and there are unicorns involved and no one knows.
Still, sing that song you sing about what it’s like to never work a day in your life and everything is beautiful because it looks great and hey, everyone knows,
who needs another song about worrying about the rent, girls and the things they say or what it’s like to feel alone.
Maybe, who knows.
Written by Me at 1:18 PM
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
When the tide goes out for the last time, all the shipwrecks will be waiting for us and the bones of the earth will shine bright white in the sun.
When the tide goes out for the last time, I'll meet you by the planes that never made it past Bermuda.
When the tide goes out for the last time, I swear, we will have nothing left to lose.
Written by Me at 1:42 PM
Monday, July 12, 2010
You're too pretty to be weird and too weird to be pretty.
And you feel strange when people try to talk to you. So get a job, it's safer than art. Maybe people won't point and stare so much. Even if they're only in your head. Especially if they're only in your head.
Written by Me at 8:51 AM
Friday, July 9, 2010
Thursday, July 8, 2010
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
I’ve taken the same ride too many times.
I could fall asleep in the loop.
I know the clowns wipe the fake, makeup smiles off their faces once the show is done.
I know the lions sleep in cages at night.
I know the tightrope walkers have blisters on their feet.
I know the ringmaster doesn’t believe in what he yells to the crowd anymore.
I know the strongman, isn’t as strong as he once was.
I know the candy floss has always been, just sugar and air.
You are the only reason I come back here every night.
Written by Me at 2:59 PM