come on, then
say something
that doesn't sound like
you nearly choked
on the words.
Friday, October 25, 2002
Thursday, October 17, 2002
you might
just a simple bloodshed argument.
a simple (ex) friendship
a lonely (half-)existence
i said you might have been the one
if only for a few different reasons.
and if my stomach didn't clench
when i saw you in the arms of another...
maybe then
maybe then i could lie
and say i was over it
a simple (ex) friendship
a lonely (half-)existence
i said you might have been the one
if only for a few different reasons.
and if my stomach didn't clench
when i saw you in the arms of another...
maybe then
maybe then i could lie
and say i was over it
Wednesday, October 16, 2002
repainting the pain
if it doesn't feel like a storm
a caked-on cherry mess -
a wristful of mental case -
i don't need a reason anymore -
i need to be alive, be here,
i need to feel pain to feel anything
i'm not sure i can feel anything else.
a caked-on cherry mess -
a wristful of mental case -
i don't need a reason anymore -
i need to be alive, be here,
i need to feel pain to feel anything
i'm not sure i can feel anything else.
Monday, October 14, 2002
an intruder to your solace
i imagine that by the time you discover
what i have taken (many months later)
it will not matter that
i sought my broken pieces
left your refund money
and took them back...
i do not think you
could feel anything
but a rush of relief
one less thing to hear (feel)
consciously beating -
soft thumps that kept you awake at night.
you were too conscious of the trust
i once held in you
no. you will be all too glad to see them gone.
what i have taken (many months later)
it will not matter that
i sought my broken pieces
left your refund money
and took them back...
i do not think you
could feel anything
but a rush of relief
one less thing to hear (feel)
consciously beating -
soft thumps that kept you awake at night.
you were too conscious of the trust
i once held in you
no. you will be all too glad to see them gone.
Saturday, October 5, 2002
somehow
you've been gifted with the exactlyright way
of making me feel insignificant
stupid
(hardly worth the effort)
of making me feel insignificant
stupid
(hardly worth the effort)
Friday, October 4, 2002
like bouncing off a wall
"forgive us, o life
the sin of Death"
- e.e. cummings
And forgive us, o death
the sin of life
blasphemous breath.
the sin of Death"
- e.e. cummings
And forgive us, o death
the sin of life
blasphemous breath.
Thursday, October 3, 2002
i can sleep when i'm dead
i was wrong after all...
i cannot give love
(since you will not take it)
but it remains, retreats
into my inner corners
shivers
(tries not to die of hypothermia.)
i cannot give love
(since you will not take it)
but it remains, retreats
into my inner corners
shivers
(tries not to die of hypothermia.)
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