Going Through The Motions

March 10, 2008 at 8:28 pm (Uncategorized)

Journey 1: click. highpass noise. music starts. darkness. blurred vision. frustration. awake. shower. Journey 2: car. cut off. spot search. collapse. shut. locked. Journey 3: confinement. sit. listen. breathe. listen. leave. Journey 3: Her. perfect. flawed. carefree. silly. beautiful. loss of breath. gaze. catch. breath. cough. new subject. Journey 4: two. of-a-kind. hilarious. unique. dependable. best. twins. Journey 5: Her pt. II. jealous. yearning. scared. uplifting. depression. tried my best. lost my breath. trying my best. catching my breath. will do my best. read my mind. Journey 6: cycle. shower. relaxation. blurred vision. darkness. music ends. lowpass. noise. click. 

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I Don’t Know Much But I Found You Here.

March 10, 2008 at 8:27 pm (Uncategorized)

I’m not sure what it is that makes me feel this way, that makes me do the things I do. Your like a drug to me, intoxicating to the last moment, I can’t get enough of you. I can’t get enough of you, you leave me wanting more, but you head of in another direction pursuing other places in time. Is this a hint at us not being together, that we’ll always go in other directions, our paths crossing but never intertwining? Why can’t you be, be my downfall.Be my downfall, I want it to be you that breaks me, no one else. I want it to be you that I see when wake up and I know how this must sound, but it’s what it is. I want it to be you that I spend every moment with because I want to know what it feels like to be complete. I want us to be the great love story that one day will be told to our great grandchildren. I want us to flourish.I want us to flourish and go forth. Go forth and take on the night. What’s the rush they say. I tell then that what’s the wait if we know what it is? We plan to live to be eighty, but I may leave at thirty. It’s time to go home, it’s late. We take the same road home but I get off before you. That must be what it is, one of us to leave the other- before the spark ignites.Before the spark ignites, it’s a dead calm. I smile and I must look like an idiot. Polite, caring, generous, and a fool. I’m a fool, but I’m all for you. You keep me hangin and I feel like I’m never gonna reach you. Before I met you, I was the king of the court when it came to my heart and you turned me into the jester, appeasing to whatever it call for. You did that to me. I can’t wait.I can’t wait for the day that we sit side by side, take the same path, be each others beautiful downfall, but until then I’ll be a fool for you.

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The Night Awakens Me

January 3, 2008 at 10:47 am (Uncategorized)

The television flashes from colors to shades of black, grey and white.

I lay on my bed with my hands over my eyes.

My thoughts are gargled by the dark room and its dark noises

The night awakens me-

The side that lies dormant in the day.

I sit up with my head lowering toward my legs.

I look to my right.

My eyes catch a glimpse of the mirror.

I look like nothing of what I see in the mirror.

I’m a zombie of the night-

a shadow of this world-

and the night awakens me in the pale moonlight.

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