Showing posts with label Reality. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Reality. Show all posts

26.10.12

i have done it.

in a drunken haze i have never felt more clear and crisp and real than i do now. i am shedding old skin, sewing together new from the rags sprawled out in front of me. from each day and each month, each year i have let myself down - i am sewing with vigor and going off on a tangent i hoped would come. here it is. yes. 

i will not be used for validation.


i will not allow anyone to gut me with their words,
because i write, i should know just how empty an adjective can be.

12.7.12

A character

I saw a man on the bus.

The same one I see every day. I want his eyes to meet with mine. They don't. I'm not sure why they would and what gain
I would get.
His fist thrusts against the railing post. No pain. Over and over again - it goes.
Clenched skin, powder white.
Blood gets frozen from knuckles, and I'm sure he is ready to fight whatever blossom has invaded his dome. The woman behind him has her own truth. Latte spills on her shoes, 5 minutes away from being late.
Late for a meeting.
Late without a smile.
Where will her heels take her, and how much does she pays for dinner?
I bet money subconsciouly heats her.
The bus is heavy, none empty. Getting ready, there he goes again. Still at it, tormented mind.
I wonder where his money lies... The way his skin is leaving behind - while clumps of jesus paraphernalia fly out of pocket. When was he last saved...
Veins, he cut them out I think. I see none. His face is that of my fathers'
Does his fist pound with the same remorse...?

18.7.11

pile of (a) thought

+++
People will often tell you to think happy thoughts. Try to think positive, happy. Be happy.

That's the problem. I don't have any happy, positive thoughts. The little glimmer of hope that's stashed away in the back is usually overpowered by the negative. And when I do have hope, it's just one big false advertisement. Because I know what tomorrow will bring. I know that I always revert back. Something is comforting in this depressive state.


9.7.11


+never knew the light was as crucial as water.

+never knew I could love without boundaries.