this is too urbane for me
these glimmering, polished fantasies
with images and memories
of what it was like to be real.
my nose has grown too long
with all the lies that i have told.
i'm afraid these concrete-walls
are closing in and i'm about to fold
in paper halves
or break in plastic twos.
or shatter in glass pieces
or splinter in fragments of wood.
Apr 8, 2013
Apr 8, 2013 at 8:40 PM UTC
there's a restlessness in the way you move your hands,
like a storm's brewing beneath your bones
and when I compare it to my still calmness.
my serene disposition- we're lunatics for thinking that
you and me.
us and we.
he and she.
could ever work out.
but we do.
Dec 20, 2012
Dec 20, 2012 at 12:39 AM UTC
Staring through the car window,
lights blaze,
distorted by heavy rains.
I don't need the world.
Just a place to go-
And a car, some lights, and a window.
Jul 12, 2011
Jul 12, 2011 at 10:57 AM UTC
Divided and broken,
my heart shatters softly,
no ears to listen,
to my melancholy.
I scream, though silent,
as I fall through the dark,
nightmares whisper,
the landscape stark.
I feel the stab,
of a sword through my back,
and wonder if I could have,
foreseen the attack.
But blindly I trusted,
no heed to danger,
believing the good,
and smiling at strangers.
My trust is misplaced,
I'm not watchful, they say
I wish I'd listened,
they said it would end this way.
Jul 28, 2010
Jul 28, 2010 at 7:44 PM UTC