Friday, April 30, 2010

The Heart Is Red











I'm sorry. But you could never tell the difference between the mood you were in, and me.

Thursday, April 29, 2010

The Celestial Companion






















Still, courage, my friend.
Still, all is not lost and you are not yet done.
Still, there are fires to burn in the darkness and light to cast amongst the shadows.
Still, there are moments that must be taken, fighting and spitting to the ground.
Still, nothing has killed us yet.
Still, the sky smiles on the brave.
Still, have the strength to try and hold the sun in the palm of your hand, once more.
Still, ever burning.
Still, the most beautiful things come from beneath the ground.
Still, the light is cast from the darkest of places.
Still, we labour on under the cover of stars.
Still, we know the truth rides high in our chests.
Still, the world has yet to end, no matter how hard any of us try.
Still.
Until we are still.

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

The Soul Of Glass






















That's what you never got. It takes an entire lifetime to write the words "And they lived happily ever after."

Tuesday, April 27, 2010

The Children Of Time









January has issues with her mother, February is always talking about things he wants to do while March does them, April eats sweets and May pays for them, June is the oldest but not the wisest and July always has an opinion on everything. August never stops trying do the right thing, even if he doesn't always know what that is. September once saw something so sad, she never stopped crying. October holds the lift for anyone, vice-presidents and street-sweepers alike (for his memory, not for theirs) and November makes fun of him for this. December is tired but always hopeful. He has never once stopped believing.

Monday's obviously a bastard, quite literally as dad can't remember what or who he was doing. Tuesday's temperamental but ok as long as you stay on her good side. Wednesday doesn't say much and Thursday sometimes hums just to break the silence. They're in love. Friday's always wasted and she and Saturday hold each other tightly until their delirium fades.

But Sunday, Sunday knows she's the end. But she closes her eyes, and she pretends with all the strength in her tiny heart that really, she's the dawn.

Monday, April 26, 2010

The Rain Was Once A Cloud






















Know someone as much as you can. Hold onto the moments that define them. Then when their body leaves, they won’t.

Friday, April 23, 2010

The Hole In The Sky





















































I'm fine. I just break sometimes. Just understand that if I break, I'm breaking for you.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

The Fire In Smoke









What I meant to say was, sometimes I stare at the cigarette in my hand and beg it to stop wasting my time and just kill me. But I figured you didn't want to hear that.