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Thursday, July 10, 2008

deep brown eyes in a darkened room greedily grabbing at the smallest speck of light strikingly beautiful as they stare at the wall soaking in what no one else is aware as the light sparkles on his face the teardrop hits his lovers embrace
i don't need to cry don't need that swell in my eyes the pool that wells and drips over the tears slowly forming and dropping off the streaks and red cheeks so don't push me, okay? I can't add another drop or I don't know when it'll stop
this heart of mine doesn't need to cry these eyes don't need the tears these cheeks don't need the drops these lips don't need the salt these pages don't need the water I'll be stronger
she sits there-so puckishly her smile shows you joy radiates from deep within the soul that sparkles see those blue eyes when they laugh your heart flutters-time to play what's that you say? "Sounds like the perfect friend." it's true

Obligation

how do I describe it? a sense a feeling a need giving me to some other dream what is it that requires me?
WHO AM I? what am I? what am i doing? what am I thinking? what am I writing? what the hell are you reading?
If I don't I become pent up with energy- light up my love as our bodies exchange heat in this last romance just like a star your death is an explosion I won't ignore our touch heat flashing across the sky turmoil brings forth life your hair everywhere makes me rage for more
a song serenely sings his soul out to the world to him betrayed his fingers deftly play his heart the keys strike eerily the ring in my ear, as his ghostly figure hovers about this piano the boy hides form his past shadow

Sunday, June 22, 2008

my shattered stained windowpane

my shattered stained windowpane if you peer through the cracks you can catch a glimpse a little passion a little hate a bit of indifference a dash of drive a splash of faith a pinch of hope a lotta love that's how it broke, ya know?

Heart

like I haven't written enough about hearts. his heart her heart your heart my heart their heart our heart the world's lack of a heart the beating heart of love what is a heart anyways-a mass of muscle and tissue. unfortunately necessary totally broken. damn heart