I have so many aggressive things to say to you
that's why I don’t like thinking about you
I have so many beautiful words to write and send to you as i only wish the best for you...
So you can see where the contrast lays
You are beautiful but these words are bias
You are cruel and only apologies to make yourself feel better
I'd give almost anything to say we both live and learn but it seems that you do not
(as you are unchanged)
Maybe I’m more astute than you are
Maybe you don’t give a shit, you just needed temporary comfort
But as my lost one taught me you have to listen to peoples actions and minor movements as words can be forged
whether intentional or otherwise we find our soul in the sickness of greed & bitterness
So please burn thoughts of yourself
By not thinking of yourself AS yourself you open the possibility of finally becoming yourself, playful & resilient, curious & humorous, radiating joy & love for yourself and others to feel
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Friday, April 3, 2009
The Beauty of Vanity
I don’t look at pictures of her thinking she is beautiful.
I instead find the fact that she takes so many pictures of herself interesting... Well I find it amazingly beautiful, the vanity itself keeping me in awe.
I’m not very fond of art museums or exhibitions.
If I do find myself in one I often pay more attention to those people looking at the art as opposed to the art itself. People finding things interesting are amazingly interesting to watch.
If you stand perfectly still and watch you can see some people really don’t care. To them 'culture' is something you have to be a part of just for the sake of stating 'ow, yes i have seen that piece' and follow it up with a regurgitation of some other critics view on the piece.
Some laugh and say ‘last time I was outside of course’ when you ask them the last time they’ve seen the sky, others can stop and show you pictures they’ve taken.
I instead find the fact that she takes so many pictures of herself interesting... Well I find it amazingly beautiful, the vanity itself keeping me in awe.
I’m not very fond of art museums or exhibitions.
If I do find myself in one I often pay more attention to those people looking at the art as opposed to the art itself. People finding things interesting are amazingly interesting to watch.
If you stand perfectly still and watch you can see some people really don’t care. To them 'culture' is something you have to be a part of just for the sake of stating 'ow, yes i have seen that piece' and follow it up with a regurgitation of some other critics view on the piece.
Some laugh and say ‘last time I was outside of course’ when you ask them the last time they’ve seen the sky, others can stop and show you pictures they’ve taken.
Friday, March 27, 2009
Darker light
Some simply like to be seen in darker light than others
Some like to express via means they cannot be seen through
Comment or acknowledgement neither undermines or justifies.
So why (not)?
Some like to express via means they cannot be seen through
Comment or acknowledgement neither undermines or justifies.
So why (not)?
Two More Years
strange how my profile is precieved to be me.
I drink more than usual. beers followed by shots.
Usually such a nice guy but have managed to piss off everyone here tonight
I shout abuse over to the posers and spit at her feet.
I then finally stumble backward into a chair..
she sits beside me, calmly places her hand on my shoulder and asks why I'm acting out like this.
She's the only one who doesn't freak out and is unaffraid of my temper.
She walks straigh past all my walls and calms me with her soft words.
i both despize and love her for that.
i tell her 'no one seems to be able to heal me... maybe a little more time self destructing could help me re-build'
I'll give it two more years
i'll give her one more change
they'll give me $20 to leave in a cab.
-
I don't want to check my messages as i'm affraid from who they're not from.
I drink more than usual. beers followed by shots.
Usually such a nice guy but have managed to piss off everyone here tonight
I shout abuse over to the posers and spit at her feet.
I then finally stumble backward into a chair..
she sits beside me, calmly places her hand on my shoulder and asks why I'm acting out like this.
She's the only one who doesn't freak out and is unaffraid of my temper.
She walks straigh past all my walls and calms me with her soft words.
i both despize and love her for that.
i tell her 'no one seems to be able to heal me... maybe a little more time self destructing could help me re-build'
I'll give it two more years
i'll give her one more change
they'll give me $20 to leave in a cab.
-
I don't want to check my messages as i'm affraid from who they're not from.
Friday, February 27, 2009
People affraid of people
A lot would say they are not as they find it easy enough to speak and perform all the gestures that pass for interaction these days
But no one really opens up
Are they affraid of who that person is or of who they are themselves?
Do we all live by the question "Is it worth the risk?"
The risk of pain?... Pain?
We use to adventure as kids
We use to jump from the trees and graze our knees!
Some kids grow to learn how to tuck and roll
Other kids simply stop climbing the tree
and which kid, may i ask, is you?
But no one really opens up
Are they affraid of who that person is or of who they are themselves?
Do we all live by the question "Is it worth the risk?"
The risk of pain?... Pain?
We use to adventure as kids
We use to jump from the trees and graze our knees!
Some kids grow to learn how to tuck and roll
Other kids simply stop climbing the tree
and which kid, may i ask, is you?
Monday, February 23, 2009
Too Little or Too Late?
Is it preference or duty that holds her?
Is it love or understanding that lets go of him?
The numb grows quicker each time
Will there be anything left of him after this?
"Aaaaanswers on a post card for your chance to win a one night stand!"
...It’s the hope that keeps him stupid
She constantly repeats to herself “Stay with those who are easy to leave”
He sits still and eventually whispers calmly “I’m O.K to sink”
Is it love or understanding that lets go of him?
The numb grows quicker each time
Will there be anything left of him after this?
"Aaaaanswers on a post card for your chance to win a one night stand!"
...It’s the hope that keeps him stupid
She constantly repeats to herself “Stay with those who are easy to leave”
He sits still and eventually whispers calmly “I’m O.K to sink”
Friday, February 6, 2009
It was you in the water
He felt so good to be down.
So nervous. He read what he had written for her and smiled.
Folded it up four times and left it under a glass in the bar.
Maybe he hoped it would help or at least bring a smile to some other poor soul.
it wasn't the adrenaline that kept me warm in the water, it was you.
So nervous. He read what he had written for her and smiled.
Folded it up four times and left it under a glass in the bar.
Maybe he hoped it would help or at least bring a smile to some other poor soul.
it wasn't the adrenaline that kept me warm in the water, it was you.
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