Monthly Archives: November 2009
Brittle and breakable bones. The wretched frame you now parade in, seeking company with the vermin. Cobweb spaces filled with dead air. Shifting shapes meant to intimidate. Stilted. Hollow. There is a story behind this. You shall tell it as … Continue reading
People never really mean anything they feel. Unless they shouldn’t. Or should. Or can’t.
Lies are constructed to justify actions. I Love You’s are said in vain. I’m Sorry’s are uttered to placate. Someone breaks a promise or a back is stabbed. The whore remains a whore. The truth is still the truth. The … Continue reading
In the songs that are unheard of. Told as stories slipped in hidden books. We are not you, we do not play your childish games. Our world is ours. There is only how we got here. There is what there … Continue reading
Girls with hearts laid on pavements, drawing their dreams in colored chalk. Singing of imaginary lovers and non-existant romances. Skipping skipping prancing, tears in their eyes. Playing on swings reaching for the stars up high. Never quite close to touching … Continue reading
Seasons are changing. The wind blows stronger, it’s a blurry mess out there. My life is a distraction. Yours is a masterpiece. I keep busy trying to remember last month, the twelve months past, the five years gone. I will … Continue reading
So many fools claiming to love, to want love, to be in love. Without being loved back. Don’t we all stay a little foolish, until we are? And even maybe after that too.