it’s either writing is so easy that even I can excel at it;
or writing is so hard that I can’t even tell when I suck
Tuesday, November 25, 2014
five
don’t let her 2pm fool you. Her 2am was a lost, sad soul. And
lately her 2am was becoming her 2pm.
four
Day by day the times don't seem to change. But as you look
back on a year or a month you'll see so much time in your life has past.
Who's to say that week wasn't the longest week. Who's to say that month didn't
fly by. Time is an illusion fixated on measuring the moments we have on earth.
As if measuring them could make them more or less invaluable. Use whatever
moments you may have today so fully that they become memories for tomorrow, if
a tomorrow is to be. If it's not to be, wouldn't it be nicer to end a series of
moments as memories rather than a mere continuation of the unremarkable.
three
It's not anger or hurt or revenge that are dangerous. It's
loneliness. Loneliness is the most dangerous state of mind. It is in loneliness
that we are most vulnerable. In loneliness that we turn to alcohol and men we
know aren't worth shit. It is in loneliness we find the grandest excuses for
the decisions we make. Though we never admit to our loneliness, the proof is in
our accords. We turn so far away from any progress we've made and succumb to
the darkness we feel. We surround ourselves in the weakness, letting it
overwhelm us because that is the easiest thing to do. Loneliness drives and
is driven by all our other emotions. The beauty of this all though is that
within our loneliness is where we are most likely to find peace. So perhaps
instead of fearing the loneliness in our hearts and minds we should embrace and
reorganize it.
two
your eyes, they
blaze through me
looking down,
smiling lazily
messy hair,
tousled tastefully
eyes alive,
crazed, they dance
weak, my knees
don’t stand a chance
enticed by
your slow romance
walk around
the pool table
rest your
finger at my navel
have to
breathe; I’m hardly able
locking eyes
as you progress
feathered
kisses down my neck
shivering, I’m
out of breath
hands, gentle,
upon my face
leaves no time
to contemplate
dizzy, the bar
fades away
suddenly, I hear
my name
look across as
you say ‘hey’
smiling, I think
disarrayed…
someday
one
It’s unapologetic
how the liquid courage
of last
night
feels
like poison in my bones
this morning
The whirl of hope
and the brokenness of promises
are
unleashed in the daylight
and
it hurts
any beautiful thoughts of you
are shattered by the realization
of how
damaging they were
of
how damaging you were
you’re nothing you say you are
and you’re irresponsibly mean
so goodbye then
I’ll see you
when your eyes are dead
and only
the moon shines
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