mylifes Aeonity Blog

Time and what shakespear didn\'t know: sonnett 116

Sun, 14 Nov 2004 23:54:12 -0600

Dear Mom(sorry i lied): you lie not 3 feet from me...a melody...stuck soundly in my heart and in my head..beating in time to the rythm of my heart...coily singing..."are you ok?"...shaking back your hair and smiling...as though you can see right through me...because you see...dear...i am torn...torn between pouring my heart to you like coffee..... Read More

you only remember what you want to remember....so remember this...

Sun, 14 Nov 2004 23:53:47 -0600

I'm sure that the words all came out wrong...i have a history of that...but an object set in emotion stays in emotion...all i could do was stare blankly into the headlight lit stained glass of the darkened church...and when the words had finally stopped falling from my mouth and bouncing across the ash stained dashboard to your seemingly deaf ears ... Read More

sing it again lorelei and bring me back to R.I.

Sun, 14 Nov 2004 23:53:23 -0600

Distance may be death but coming home is being buried alive...i don't know what i wanted to know but i know i couldn't do anything but sit staring coldly at the empty dashboard in front of me....it seemed to stretch 600 miles between us even though we sat only inches apart...you asked if i was crying i found myself quickly lying, "no"..."do you swe... Read More

cigarettes help my sickness

Sun, 14 Nov 2004 23:53:02 -0600

we live in excess liquor stained memories and lungs abused by cigarettes....nights have begun to run together...they stumble stepping heavily between hangovers and heaven....i am an oracle....i read fortunes face down in keg foam rather then tea leaves...i never really remember everything faces without names and slurred psalms of sailors drowning i... Read More

distance makes the heart....

Sun, 14 Nov 2004 23:52:38 -0600

lately i've been haunted by sirens of beautiful design...they come to me nestled between the static on the transatlantic...calling me home to familiar arms that promise to hold me tightly and resesitate that beating of my posioned heart that i keep on my shelf...its nestled tightly between the bottle and the note that you wrote me....you asked me w... Read More

Cute without the \"e\" (the agt(a) version)

Sun, 14 Nov 2004 23:52:17 -0600

Cute without the "e" (the agt(a) version) Your lip gloss, your lazy...don't bother angel... it's addicting when it goes on when everything you'll get is everything that you've wanted, princess well which would you prefer my fingers on your shoulders or me face down, down into your desk me face down, down into your door me face down down ... Read More

the weed takes you on a trip man but the caterpillar takes you on a ride

Sun, 14 Nov 2004 23:51:52 -0600

sealed tightly in my 5 by 10 tomb i finally feel i am able to express the events that have become my new life...arrival was horrible...but afterwards it all became familiar....doors were opened to the scent of everything illegal and i just couldnt say no....so many face with out names...and faces that don't really need names....shes good from far b... Read More

Conversations with a ghost, and the fall of the house of usher

Sun, 14 Nov 2004 23:51:27 -0600

it began with me dressed in black for a funeral but it ended the way all things do when liqour replaces the blood beating to ones heart....i never meant it to end the way it did...you told me once i made you sick...i hope if i made u sick at least i make you tremble....turns out snide remarks sometimes turn out true....you are beautiful confusion..... Read More

Do you know how i met your mother?....cause I certainly don\'t!

Sun, 14 Nov 2004 23:51:01 -0600

Now that the pressure has been applied i don't know what to say....overboard communication isn't built for things like this...but blaming everything on a loss for words just won't do.... it began at dusk...i was blind when you blind sided me....i never saw any of this coming...."can i sleep with you she asked?" i told you to get in line....feeli... Read More

everythings becoming the last time

Sun, 14 Nov 2004 23:50:38 -0600

islands evidently lead to lack of inspiration...its been years since i've dropped my words...i'm only now getting back the strength to pick them up...so many things have gone by...everything is becoming the last thing...nights are spent trading innocent for instruction in towers above sand and hooligan displays of youth...sound judgement never came... Read More