Tuesday, September 27, 2011
And yet, of all these things, we feel sadness the most. We are never buoyed upon an ocean of apathy. We are never crushed by complacency. We are never moved by the okayness of the world.
Sadness and pain, to help us flee danger and hurt. To help us get away when we're bleeding. You have a body and it screams "Something stirs like broken glass in my chest, leave this place, before I die."
An animal part of us, still here after all these years, breaks our hearts.
Written by Me at 5:38 AM
Monday, September 26, 2011
Friday, September 23, 2011
I can sacrifice my health.
And I can sacrifice my money.
I can sacrifice my nights.
And I can sacrifice my sanity.
I can sacrifice my words.
And I can sacrifice a song.
I can sacrifice the world.
And I can sacrifice nearly everyone in it.
The only thing I won't let them take, is you.
Written by Me at 1:19 AM
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
This time, the time machine took me back to the right place.
This time, I ran outside and and nearly grabbed myself before I walked out that door to kiss you for the first time.
But this time, another me stopped me, before I could stop me, and said
"The only thing worse than missing someone, is wondering what there was to miss."
This time, I sat down with me, and we drank and we spoke about how different things could've been. For me. And for me.
Later, I still kissed you for the first time. This time.
Written by Me at 8:57 AM
Thursday, September 15, 2011
When you have done the things you've done.
When I tell you I'll meet you at the door. And you tell me you're sorry. That I have no reason left to worry.
When you hit the ground in a most peculiar way. And I tell you to wait. And you tell me I'll be sorry. That you have no reason left to worry.
When I am more than you can take, just give me back.
Written by Me at 3:18 AM
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
If you're tired of trying to fall asleep, sleep on it and try again tomorrow.
If you're all out of promises, I have one left for you: The Earth is still here as long as you're alive.
If you want to yell out your frustrations, I'll understand, just understand that the whole world is screaming, mostly complaining about the noise.
If you're worried about having the poetry knocked out of you of you when you're older, don't. Old blood bleeds as good as new.
If you've got nothing left to feel, just pay the bill and walk away.
If there's anything else, let me know.
Written by Me at 11:55 AM