Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Time Warp

Sometimes when I look at the clock the numbers vibrate back and forth. They spin around and tessellate before my eyes. I have to squint hard and strain myself to really see them straight. Its like the numbers are eager, hungry to move foward. They threaten to go speeding ahead, careening out of control, leaving me behind in their fury. I am afraid to be left behind, this is just a sign that the world is spinning too fast for me. Hold on, let me take a seat, let me stand back and observe for awhile. My mind is slow, my limbs are rusty, I don't even have a pair of running shoes. How am I supposed to keep up?

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

All Quiet on the Western Front

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You can fool yourself.

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Bitter Realization

Well I've been used, discarded, my bones sucked dry. I now know I was no different from the rest. All I have ever done was bend over backwards, I don't want to do it anymore, but I know that I will. My soul leaks from me in salty sweet tears. I am frail, I am haggard, a wraith of my former self. My chest rattles with every breath, a consuming guilt fills my ribs. I'm naked, I'm numb. Being this vulnerable makes everyday a challenge, one that I feel someday I may fail to meet. I eat, I sleep, I drink, I get high, but I do not live, I do not love.

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Sunday, January 4, 2009

Pendulum

Captured under hypnosis
Faster and faster images
Can a meaning be obtained
Or this mystery explained

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I'm in orbit
Held by magnet
And the force fields
So much closer than love

Logic offers no defence
Underneath this influence
While this puzzle of intent
Holds emotion in suspense

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I'm not really sure what to write today. It seems that this rapid change has come over me and all I feel is loneliness and this new desire. I just want someone who will always want me, who only needs me to be happy. I don't know love, but I know the lack of it, and there is still no place for someone like me to fill.


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the lost art.