Date: Jun 19th, 2011 3:24:27 pm - Subscribe
Mood: irritated.

a thread

the glass
daylight invading

nothing further
to grasp
but dust

sharp edges
biting into
my palms

this room aches
and echoes
with emptiness

once safe
my fortress
locked down

would have
remained quiet
within , content

you left
doors open

and I set
myself free
of solitude

nothing more,
and I can't
go back.
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Date: Jun 13th, 2011 10:41:07 pm - Subscribe
Mood: dreaming

wake without warning, and
your map and jacket gone -
lock confides to key
that you will not return

so, without a whisper,
follow your footsteps
down the sidewalk
your light fades, distant

[as you are
drawn out and away
a moth to the flame
and I'm after you,
running into the rain.]

beneath the stars,
a blur of shining concrete
is the empty street,
chasing the echoes you leave

but I'll find you,
be beside you , running,
running into the rain
morning won't touch us again

[the way you are
drawn out and away
a moth to the flame
one day you'd go -
running into the rain.]

in the shaded glow
standing under a street lamp
waiting for me
you knew I would catch up

with every windswept city
we pass on the highway,
I think you know I understand
why no walls can hold you.

[I know you are
drawn out and away -
up and away, running,
running out into the rain - ]

and I'm drawn to you
like a moth to the flame -
out and away,
running with you
through the rain.
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Not I
Date: Jun 13th, 2011 1:00:00 pm - Subscribe
Mood: forgiving

that thinks it’s chocolate,
waiting patiently for me.
Hiding in every ivory smile,
is the beauty that I want to see.

(or, perhaps, seasoned)
flavour souring in my mouth.
Summer’s kiss forgotten,
bringing drought.

growing each year,
knotting single threads
together. --

to you in the dark storm.
You caught It.
You. Let. Go.
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What I didn't know
Date: May 16th, 2011 5:06:29 pm - Subscribe
Mood: ready

These are
crisp mornings
where the air crinkles
and cracks
every time you take
a breath -
like the crunch of
créme brûlée.
Sharp sweetness.

Where I wanted to
leave a note
there was no space
for my words,
so I left silence.

Where I wished to
fill my heart
the only love I found
was poison,
so I left choking.

Where I hoped to
gaze at stars
city lights stomped
them out,
so I left without direction.

Where I thought
I would find wisdom
to guide me forward,
I found instead
your humanity,
to teach me
of my own.

These are
cool evenings
where the mist gathers
and glitters
on every inch of your
body -
the quiet glamour
giving away.
Dull realizations.
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Comfortable Silence
Date: May 8th, 2011 3:59:29 pm - Subscribe
Mood: cozy

Tick-tock, Tick-tock.
and, stillness.

With you,
my mind does not race
or jolt at the sound
of the second hand
turning. It does
not ask my
breath to seize or
arms to tense
or mouth to purse
as we hear
a fly
in the corner of the room.

If my eyes sting and
begin to tear, though
I am obviously
not crying,
when I place my
hand in yours
I know it will curl
around my own.

And when the silence is
broken by the droning
of a few million people
living recklessly, living daily,
living monotonously between
it does not matter.
Somewhere under all this life
is our own:
breathing steadily
we can hear it
because we have
a comfortable silence.
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