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end-of motions. - Subscribe
I awake
from deepest sleep.
jarring alarm;
the day begins.

and I
breathe out.
get up,
dressed, and into class.

I smile,
I pretend
I'm not alone
for your benefit.

I go to lunch
and talk about
nothing that matters.
I laugh.

I go back
to my house,
to my room,
to my bed.

and for you,
I pretend
it is a
home to me.

I lie awake
in the night,
reminding myself
that I'm alive.

my autopilot
answers and responses
are not me.
I'm not a shell.

and for you,
I don't cry.
I maintain
my mask.

I numb
the emptiness;
drug my mind
with stories.

and I sleep,
dreaming deeply
of you - just
out of my reach.
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Mood: numb.

end-of life without limits. Sep 25th, 2007 4:22:48 am - Subscribe
oh, to live
as you do,
my bird -

free as the wind;
as the sea;
as the storm.

sky over rivers
and oceans
of sand

like you,
I am free
at 35000 feet

my troubles
only stars
in dusk's velvet

this is life
as I live it
in deepest of dreams

my life without
limits at
35000 feet

but dawn breaks
wings falter
chains are recalled

and earthbound,
I plummet
into the light -

falling
35000 feet
to pavement.

impact -
I am
myself again.

born into cages;
breathing in
boundaries -

oh, to be
but a feather
of your wing.

to live
without limits;
to fly -

but I
hold myself
in.
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Mood: limited.
inspiration: raidne.

end-of anaesthetic. Sep 29th, 2007 7:06:14 am - Subscribe
as we die -
screaming
or otherwise -

diving
into that light
beyond.

and we scream
for rest,
for peace;

the anaesthetic
to sleep
and forget.

to sleep
in ignorance
of life's pain;

blissful relief
from the torture
of mortality.

what is heaven?
the afterlife,
for pure of soul?

heaven is
screaming
back out,

right back into
the light:
this life.

forced once more
to draw breath,
unable to speak.

pain -
the anaesthetic
to forget.

make our way
around the sun,
unceasing.

memory gone,
blindly turn
to the light -

believing, again
your last breath
will bring a halt.

but life
goes on.
I long to rest.

to die is not
to sleep evermore.
I'll not befriend death.

be then my
anaesthetic
in this world,

for I long
to be once more
oblivious.
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Mood: frustrated.
inspiration: reincarnation.

end-of burning beauty. Sep 29th, 2007 7:17:29 am - Subscribe
the beauty
of your fire

the light of
your passion,
your intensity

you
light me up

illuminating
dark shadows in me

burning
like a sunrise

behind your eyes,
all I desire.

your strength,
your
words.

the beauty,
terrible,
heartrending beauty

the terrifying,
beautiful passion

of your heart,
your fire

your eyes.
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Mood: contemplative.