I keep waiting
August 29th, 2010Burning Stars
July 31st, 2010The sea tonight is full of ashes from burning stars.
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.::ghost dreams::.
June 1st, 2010Set fire to disillusionment. Walk away from the cascade of empty promises and autumn leaves. Cut out the silence that hangs above us.
Butterfly patterns stain our fragmented souls. And silken tears drop one by one; they pierce the skin like rose-thorns, like ghost dreams. Your touch burns me and leaves behind velvet ashes. And we float away like a waxing moon ready to swallow the night. Ready to strain the sky of all of it stars. We are fire and summer rain. We spring like blossoms and dance like tornadoes.
I believe they call it love.
Empty
May 15th, 2010There are no stars and no water.
The sky is melting and I become an ashtray.
A broken mirror.
A broken story.
White- like dirty snow
and silent – like rain falling on roses,
like secret pain.
Purple Waterdrops
April 2nd, 2010
Spring
March 31st, 2010
Silence after the rain
March 21st, 2010Do you know that I still remember,
how you used to tear the moon down every night and wound the sky so that the dawn would match your bloodshot eyes?
Or how you caged me and begged me to sing the most beautiful song?
{But I couldn’t.}
Did it even matter to you that I was not a fairy tale?
That days were thieves and tornadoes kings?
And though you dismiss the past and bury the memories under withered plants in our garden, though you purchase new truths and new faces, I can still see the washed bloodstains and the cracks on the walls.
…
& the days go by. & people walk on the streets; they pass right next to us, but never see us. They talk to us, but never really listen. Sometimes they say things like “get over it” and “look ahead”. & I ask: “Get over what?” and “look ahead for what?” You haven’t heard a word I said, have you? No.
& there is silence again.
Lies we tell ourselves
March 20th, 2010I’m on medication to keep me sane
I’m taking my colourful pills each day
And cover each scar with a smile
And each night I pretend to love you
But really, I’m all burned out.
