Friday, October 22, 2010
Thursday, October 21, 2010
Friday, October 8, 2010
Thursday, October 7, 2010
You Return
I can see the blood running through my veins
The sunlight gleaming through my skin
The fire burning through my eyes
The air gusting through my hair
The moon comes and takes it all away
The veins hide
My skin refuses to shine
My eyes begin to darken
And my hair falling quietly onto my face
But then you return
And warmth returns to make me sweat even in this cold night.
The sunlight gleaming through my skin
The fire burning through my eyes
The air gusting through my hair
The moon comes and takes it all away
The veins hide
My skin refuses to shine
My eyes begin to darken
And my hair falling quietly onto my face
But then you return
And warmth returns to make me sweat even in this cold night.
Monday, October 4, 2010
Good Bones Bad Bone
Looking for a beautiful man
Broken bones that have healed
And skin that has peeled
Feet that have felt the ground from many lands
Eyes that have cried and seen fate slap them in the face
Lips not afraid to move in the presence of unreason
A man with a mind brave enough to play devil’s advocate to God.
Bones that have been in casts and broken free
A good man
With just a bad bone for me.
Broken bones that have healed
And skin that has peeled
Feet that have felt the ground from many lands
Eyes that have cried and seen fate slap them in the face
Lips not afraid to move in the presence of unreason
A man with a mind brave enough to play devil’s advocate to God.
Bones that have been in casts and broken free
A good man
With just a bad bone for me.
Sunday, October 3, 2010
I Promise
So far away
Trying to keep the faces and memories in my mind at all times
Never going to give up believing time together is coming soon
And will last as long as the sunset in lovers’ eyes
Rope will keep us together.
Handcuffs should come with best friends
Howl at the moon like we used to do
Cover ourselves up with hope and wake up to too early mornings
I want to keep thinking that our celebration overdue is a thing we can call on when times get too blue
But dreaming all day and praying at night keep me thinking how far have we gone
How long will we go
Without crossing eyes and keeping our promises which made the world right
Trying to keep the faces and memories in my mind at all times
Never going to give up believing time together is coming soon
And will last as long as the sunset in lovers’ eyes
Rope will keep us together.
Handcuffs should come with best friends
Howl at the moon like we used to do
Cover ourselves up with hope and wake up to too early mornings
I want to keep thinking that our celebration overdue is a thing we can call on when times get too blue
But dreaming all day and praying at night keep me thinking how far have we gone
How long will we go
Without crossing eyes and keeping our promises which made the world right
Saturday, October 2, 2010
Friday, October 1, 2010
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- Words are our outright melody and no one else is going to play the songs you feel but yourself. Let me be more esoteric....just kidding. You may ask when reading my poetry, why do I use metaphors so often? After thinking that through, I honestly don't know why. My guess would be that language, though freeing, can also be restrictive. Especially in terms of expressing ourselves in attempt to understand ourselves. I, personally, get stuck in gears sometimes and I like to expand and break through traditional understanding of the concept at hand. I like to read what I'm feeling in different forms, and see if the language can lossen up more.