freedom
Date: Sep 12th, 2011 6:37:59 pm - Subscribe
Mood: contemplative


I captured
you,

look how you're
smiling

held tight
in a web

feeling safe and
your colours
more vivid

but what if we
spin out of this
moment,
so ripe with possibility
that its skin is
sure to tear

and what if
we slip through
sideways

and let go
our hesitation

and what if
my heart bursts before
I can ask you 'what if?'
again,
as the unanswered
"what if's" I dream of
pool lamely at
my feet

I turn to you
and I -
with a word
with a gesture -
cut us free

how will you
answer?
catch the thread
of unspoken
conclusions?

will you
reach for me?
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Pencil
Date: Aug 25th, 2011 6:12:42 pm - Subscribe
Mood: sceptical


dulled by the
silence of
forgetfulness


shaping
geometry
into figure

this face is
only an
acquaintance


do I read you
or am I reading
myself
?
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Remembering.
Date: Jul 5th, 2011 1:34:12 pm - Subscribe
Mood: strong


Remembering...

Too broken.

You abandoned me
when I needed you the
most
and took everything
from me
when I tried to speak.

I still remember
the phone call that autumn
in my closet
trying to reason with you
for once,
to be heard
for once.

You were off the richter
scale,
scaling over my shields,
scaling down my ego.

You forced my voice back
through
my trachea.
You orchestrated my tears. . .
and I choked
and sputtered
as you spun my breath so fast
from my lungs
that none was left
to circulate
my
body.

When you killed me
I was born into someone
closer to the person
I wanted to be,
so Thank You.
But what you gave me
was the chance
not to take that gift
from anyone else
ever again.


When I heard about you,
I was happy for a minute,
almost. When I
thought you were asking me
as well, I was thinking
I would say Yes.

But you gave me a gift
that I shouldn’t re-wrap,
so my gift to you, without
asking,
is No.
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joy
Date: Jun 27th, 2011 11:13:46 pm - Subscribe
Mood: hopeful


spent all
my life
til now
waiting

remain still
for joy to
seek and
find me

but it is
not a gift
bestowed
to cling to

happiness
is a state
in forward
motion

love is the
road flying
beneath
my feet

on the
horizon
I'm in
love with

a time
and place
not here
and now

joy is
the wind
in my hair
as I go.
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first
Date: Jun 20th, 2011 10:14:40 pm - Subscribe
Mood: imaginative


first words
for you.

the ocean
pulling me
down

is a sea
of words
about
others

don't mean
to swim
for you,

but that's
where
the tide
is moving

and if I
pull you
in with me

maybe we

could cling
to a raft
built of

the first words
I write
for you.
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