Some days I think I need nothing
more in life than a spoon.
With a spoon I can eat oatmeal,
or take the medicine doctors prescribe.
I can swat a fly sleeping on the sill
or pound the table to get attention.
I can point accusingly at God
or stab the empty air repeatedly.
Looking into the spoon's mirror,
I can study my small face in its shiny bowl,
or cover one eye to make half the world
disappear. With a spoon
I can dig a tunnel to freedom,
spoonful by spoonful of dirt,
or waste life catching moonlight
and flinging it into the blackest night.

The deafening of silence
The apperception of my brain
It is just seem to wander
Because here I am trying to wonder
The feelings that I thought were gone from what I ponder.
In a glance... it's coming!
Everything's rushing!
Endeavoring to shut my mind,
wanting to stop the hunting of what was elapsed.

What I want is, to doze off and escape from this 3am thoughts.*

-A

8/9/14

That night in
your car with
the windows steamed
up maybe because
for the first time
in months I
had felt warm
and as the light
slowly melted away
I did not notice
it was the start of
something beautiful
but beauty fades
glory fades
and now you're
fading and I'm left
wondering if it was
ever beautiful
at all