These aren't the kinds of matters, ours aren't the least fragile of hearts
So to give in and say in love is in vain,
what spills from our wrists when we touch
must come out of our mouths, for each other to welcome in the open canals
That we hear, not the screaming for the sake of something else
We lean before we leave, a moment it takes to agree to trust each other
We create this room all the time, we have now, we decide how and give space
to say or not say
You are stranger on the street, I am speechless without a thing to say
I don't doubt his love for me, with caution for words move forward
We grow more loving this I know because I feel what I know and need not say
Because what language is there for love but love anyway?
twice your elder, big your heart
a whittle poem for why not?
Wildflower, golden, ripe is the
sun, bustling
boiling over my cold heartache
(from sometime last summer)
though the feeling is familiar,
what was once cutting edge and just
shattered
my eyes glimmering, blinking to my heart-
beat, more than years and counting
Wildflower, golden, ripe is the
sun, bustling
boiling over my cold heartache
(from sometime last summer)
though the feeling is familiar,
what was once cutting edge and just
shattered
my eyes glimmering, blinking to my heart-
beat, more than years and counting
if i could (t-mic speak out)
maybe i would say:
if i were someone else,
perhaps it'd be easier to speak out
if only the words spoke easy
and time were infinite spans of short
but only you know of this voice
worth speaking up it comes out, in,
three short breaths cause i have not
yet found the tone
dial up, spark it
this rooms all stale, a cigars musk
won't leave this room
on lanterns or in a hurry
i don't do the "what i was worth" dance off
instead i tip toe, gracefully towards the door
if i were someone else,
perhaps it'd be easier to speak out
if only the words spoke easy
and time were infinite spans of short
but only you know of this voice
worth speaking up it comes out, in,
three short breaths cause i have not
yet found the tone
dial up, spark it
this rooms all stale, a cigars musk
won't leave this room
on lanterns or in a hurry
i don't do the "what i was worth" dance off
instead i tip toe, gracefully towards the door
Otherwise September 23, 2007
23/9/07
I like the silence between us
I like the silence between us
The desolate space hangs
in filthy air, it hits my leg
I watch the cherry turn to ashes
How often single units turn
to multiple
Just like people
We divide and force the
things we carry home
by distributing what we
think,
How we feel
And we share it,
who we are.
who we are.
feelin, achin, clenching: prior a 3 martini-full, self-fulfilled, Fantasy
my body stressed out
all ideas lost unto you
but i know better than to submit
myself to drowning
in the five glasses of water
you left me - half full
abundance? no,
trust
in you
you will not stay, you will go
you are no different
to me
i've downed every drop
yet, the h2O reminisces
the glass is part empty, still-
life is mine to call whole
you come back around
for the next round and
again, it's last call
relinquishing any doubt
the present moments my own
to claim this glass- half full
all ideas lost unto you
but i know better than to submit
myself to drowning
in the five glasses of water
you left me - half full
abundance? no,
trust
in you
you will not stay, you will go
you are no different
to me
i've downed every drop
yet, the h2O reminisces
the glass is part empty, still-
life is mine to call whole
you come back around
for the next round and
again, it's last call
relinquishing any doubt
the present moments my own
to claim this glass- half full
chosen ones
so we choose to engage
soliciting the gifts we bring
sage to place on the alter, we even joke to entertain the joker,
we promise to line the closets before selling
our gifts, we offer perfume scents of glory and mysticism
stories that we will never live
for life is but one sit in, once the chance passed
gone
so we make an agreement and we settle
that's that, i suffocate on the arid fresh
my freedoms won, condensed
upon sheer faith for the altruistic
annul the pessimist and believe
that this one i can get on
this wagons got a string and i'm the only one carrying
on responsible engine, exhaust
soliciting the gifts we bring
sage to place on the alter, we even joke to entertain the joker,
we promise to line the closets before selling
our gifts, we offer perfume scents of glory and mysticism
stories that we will never live
for life is but one sit in, once the chance passed
gone
so we make an agreement and we settle
that's that, i suffocate on the arid fresh
my freedoms won, condensed
upon sheer faith for the altruistic
annul the pessimist and believe
that this one i can get on
this wagons got a string and i'm the only one carrying
on responsible engine, exhaust
fragile, fractures, fixings
hands are delicate these days
rough at the surface, rigid edges
i'd never known it to be like this
i never know you to feel so good
be so real
tender moments precious are these
to consciously see the beauty is everything
no longer beat
over head backwards
what are these things i can't possibly seem
lovable, lovingly, enough
but they turn to remind me, in turn
sheds my doubt
but what are these to succumb to
if not you, if not me.
rough at the surface, rigid edges
i'd never known it to be like this
i never know you to feel so good
be so real
tender moments precious are these
to consciously see the beauty is everything
no longer beat
over head backwards
what are these things i can't possibly seem
lovable, lovingly, enough
but they turn to remind me, in turn
sheds my doubt
but what are these to succumb to
if not you, if not me.
I'm okay.
"Hi," I say again. After we exchange hellos I ask, "How are you?"
"Fine," he says but he doesn't look so fine.
And it's been almost a whole week since I last saw him.
And he probably thinks little of this entire situation.
He's probably had a bad day and it just got worse.
Now me? "Honestly [?] kinda miserable," without thinking at all
About the words we already exchanged is the question I ask again "How are you?"
I stare into the distance, beyond his left shoulder and over
Beyond the future streets, road blocks, whatever it was
Behind lots of parked cars, beneath blown lamps
Once covered tree branches now bare they drop leaves and
Management left the building grounds cluttered
And now like you and me, like this line
and cracks separate is this cement block of sidewalk adjacent
There you stand on like a river
Like traffic we take signals as demands.
"I gotta go," suddenly I heard him
So lost in the distance that I forgot you the one minutes I was close again
But like the leaves I am catching on again to be reborn of the ground
I was already taken aback, stuck in gusts
The wind picked me up and carried me safely
Above us, our slow deaths, my laughter and your smiling
Which I so badly want to forget.
Blown over, fall to pieces and been there done that.
I wish you;d remind me, remember.
We knew nothing but trust in this anyhow.
"Fine," he says but he doesn't look so fine.
And it's been almost a whole week since I last saw him.
And he probably thinks little of this entire situation.
He's probably had a bad day and it just got worse.
Now me? "Honestly [?] kinda miserable," without thinking at all
About the words we already exchanged is the question I ask again "How are you?"
I stare into the distance, beyond his left shoulder and over
Beyond the future streets, road blocks, whatever it was
Behind lots of parked cars, beneath blown lamps
Once covered tree branches now bare they drop leaves and
Management left the building grounds cluttered
And now like you and me, like this line
and cracks separate is this cement block of sidewalk adjacent
There you stand on like a river
Like traffic we take signals as demands.
"I gotta go," suddenly I heard him
So lost in the distance that I forgot you the one minutes I was close again
But like the leaves I am catching on again to be reborn of the ground
I was already taken aback, stuck in gusts
The wind picked me up and carried me safely
Above us, our slow deaths, my laughter and your smiling
Which I so badly want to forget.
Blown over, fall to pieces and been there done that.
I wish you;d remind me, remember.
We knew nothing but trust in this anyhow.
carved wood, paper cranes, and armors for love
I can't change the world for you, my love
Can't even carve a bird from wood
Never mind you, all those crazy ways I've thought of
For you it does change- how the world, wants your back
To stay the same means beauty and something you are not
means chains to borders, blinders and all other above
but you are not
the most beautiful, you are standing there before me
sheepish, humored, and armored
for this reason love, I cannot change your mind
For you it does change the world watches closely as your back
to face and change
we stay the same to clarify the beauty here
is something i cannot bare
for you i wish the stars would light the way
through the clearing, you have made way on a path
but i know too well that you will have to carry this
through and through so long that soon
try to forget me to go after who you want
what you need and wait it out, until when
tomorrow it will get better and i get well
running on this energy i'm drowning
in this shallow pond
i pull my sails from the oceans, wading
carved out small boats and set them up
For you it does change
the world, wants your back
to stay the same means beauty and
something you are not
i wish i didn't want to ask
i don't mind whether you will come back
Grace us, let us, hold me in your arms - only time can recover all things rough, skin torn away from flesh. i cannot protect you from this paper crane
i am just a small change, waiting.
cooed love cause birds are only simple things
i cannot bare the thought, the world beating down on you
For you it does change
the world, wants your back
to stay the same means beauty and
something you are not
while all the while my heart keeps skipping
with every step made towards the door
without a hand to help me weave
untangled aren't the words
you left once time failed me without
you're gracefully repeating this
For you it does change
the world, wants your back
to stay the same means beauty and
something you are not
You are not so beautiful you cannot
please yourself and I can't pull you out
make you change the ways of which you navigate
pressure onto yourself
heavy weights are waiting on you
to be lifted off, you're back
and all the miniatures i gifted you were not of help
you cannot fight the bravest bull or make untamed animals manageable
my bounds are breaking, this is the breach
i could not hope for anyone more beautiful than you
Can't even carve a bird from wood
Never mind you, all those crazy ways I've thought of
For you it does change- how the world, wants your back
To stay the same means beauty and something you are not
means chains to borders, blinders and all other above
but you are not
the most beautiful, you are standing there before me
sheepish, humored, and armored
for this reason love, I cannot change your mind
For you it does change the world watches closely as your back
to face and change
we stay the same to clarify the beauty here
is something i cannot bare
for you i wish the stars would light the way
through the clearing, you have made way on a path
but i know too well that you will have to carry this
through and through so long that soon
try to forget me to go after who you want
what you need and wait it out, until when
tomorrow it will get better and i get well
running on this energy i'm drowning
in this shallow pond
i pull my sails from the oceans, wading
carved out small boats and set them up
For you it does change
the world, wants your back
to stay the same means beauty and
something you are not
i wish i didn't want to ask
i don't mind whether you will come back
Grace us, let us, hold me in your arms - only time can recover all things rough, skin torn away from flesh. i cannot protect you from this paper crane
i am just a small change, waiting.
cooed love cause birds are only simple things
i cannot bare the thought, the world beating down on you
For you it does change
the world, wants your back
to stay the same means beauty and
something you are not
while all the while my heart keeps skipping
with every step made towards the door
without a hand to help me weave
untangled aren't the words
you left once time failed me without
you're gracefully repeating this
For you it does change
the world, wants your back
to stay the same means beauty and
something you are not
You are not so beautiful you cannot
please yourself and I can't pull you out
make you change the ways of which you navigate
pressure onto yourself
heavy weights are waiting on you
to be lifted off, you're back
and all the miniatures i gifted you were not of help
you cannot fight the bravest bull or make untamed animals manageable
my bounds are breaking, this is the breach
i could not hope for anyone more beautiful than you
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