No one, to you,
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Talk about run-on
My words have been forced down
like soup and cider,
and we might never know
the meanings behind those
quick glances that
(in all honesty)
have become equivalent
to long-drawn stares
solely because,
between the increasing awareness
of that muscle in my chest cavity
and the sure slowing down
of the secondhand,
our silent passings have become static eternities.
like soup and cider,
and we might never know
the meanings behind those
quick glances that
(in all honesty)
have become equivalent
to long-drawn stares
solely because,
between the increasing awareness
of that muscle in my chest cavity
and the sure slowing down
of the secondhand,
our silent passings have become static eternities.
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Saturday, November 24, 2007
No matter what kinda day it is (:
This is a mess of excitement and fear. I'm holding on so furiously to my aces, and I don't know if it's the risk of losing or of winning, behind my resilience.Everything's perfectly fine, as it is..more than fine, every now and then, in all honesty. My thoughts ride on hours and minutes and seconds that pass without so much as a smirk, but in a sudden explosion of wit and secrecy, time is a bargaining chip!, or an old excuse!, a cover-up, or a barrier; it's an enemy of virtues, it's insanity's par amour.
It's another slow and steady way into my kind of delusions; your sort of charm's weapon of choice..it's nothing really, but it makes my day a little less like an hourglass and a little more like a life.
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Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Save yourself
An infinite amount of beats will hide my all too bruised and beaten past, as I work up the nerve to steal more than coveted glances and try my hardest not to forget to breathe, between counts.|
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
You keep lockers safe
Coffee beans and rainbows; it's all too cliche, but I think of you and everything changes. I'm sugar high on an empty stomach, I don't know why but something says it's okay to feel this way. Rhyming's been an automatic option in my head but I'd really rather not make any sense instead.Maybe this should've hit harder than one sleepless night, but I'm hoping I can cut the drama and just say it's alright. There's something about..*no, let's not succumb to these words just yet.
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