My writing doesn't reveal truths
But layers them in lies
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
You are the shout into the canyons around me
I can feel you echoing everywhere
I watch the clocks like there's a race being ran
And maybe there is but I can't find the starting line
Everyone is sprinting in different directions
The count of seconds is different relative to my distance from you
The father away I get the more I understand what the ticking was
I don't know how to do this again
But someone keeps picking the single track repeat option
And I still respond to every word
But I'm ready to skip ahead to a different song
I can feel you echoing everywhere
I watch the clocks like there's a race being ran
And maybe there is but I can't find the starting line
Everyone is sprinting in different directions
The count of seconds is different relative to my distance from you
The father away I get the more I understand what the ticking was
I don't know how to do this again
But someone keeps picking the single track repeat option
And I still respond to every word
But I'm ready to skip ahead to a different song
Monday, October 29, 2012
With a nod you couldn't see and an answer you don't feel
It was the easy way out
Saying yes to your question
Knowing there'd be no follow through on your part
All this will ever be is words you find late at night
When all I ever wanted from you was something visible in the light
There's no place for that fairy tale anymore
You keep retelling it though, for reasons I can only interpret as self indulgent
And the days are getting too short for me to believe anymore
Sunday, October 28, 2012
Saturday, October 27, 2012
Sunday, October 21, 2012
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
"So we're in this bar and I'm talking to this girl. She's really into me and I'm telling her all the things I'm thinking of doing to her and the night is looking good, when this rhino of a man comes at me ready to spear me with his horn, which now I'm seeing the sexual tension in that comparison and wish I had gone with gorilla and ripping my head off, so this guy has clearly got a problem with me."
"I don't think he liked how you were talking to his girlfriend." Colin supplied
"Or the way she was responding to it." Tech added
"Well how was I to know she had a boyfriend in hearing distance or that he spoke Swedish?"
"She introduced him as her boyfriend." Colin again.
"And we were in Sweden." Tech helped
"I don't think he liked how you were talking to his girlfriend." Colin supplied
"Or the way she was responding to it." Tech added
"Well how was I to know she had a boyfriend in hearing distance or that he spoke Swedish?"
"She introduced him as her boyfriend." Colin again.
"And we were in Sweden." Tech helped
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
Friday, October 12, 2012
How many times are you going to let them break your heart
In a day, in a week, in a year
Don't give your heart away for free
Don't lock it away hoping for someone to come find it
So many rules for something that when it happens is the easiest thing you'll know
Loving you is the hardest thing I've ever done
In a day, in a week, in a year
Don't give your heart away for free
Don't lock it away hoping for someone to come find it
So many rules for something that when it happens is the easiest thing you'll know
Loving you is the hardest thing I've ever done
Sunday, October 7, 2012
Friday, October 5, 2012
I'm not sure if I let go yet
But I'm trying new things
And I'm choosing to be happy
And even if I still think about it, I still think about her,
I'm okay just knowing I once met a girl who gave me butterflies too big to fly
And it's okay that we are going to love on different paths because there is an intersection where I once said hello
And she stayed for awhile
But I'm trying new things
And I'm choosing to be happy
And even if I still think about it, I still think about her,
I'm okay just knowing I once met a girl who gave me butterflies too big to fly
And it's okay that we are going to love on different paths because there is an intersection where I once said hello
And she stayed for awhile
Thursday, October 4, 2012
Tuesday, October 2, 2012
I once landed on my wrist so hard the bones came jutting out my skin
Only pins could manipulate it back together
There was a rocking chair I held above my head until I dropped it on my face
A seventy year old hand binned the flesh to a faint scar
A basketball rolled and every ligament in my right ankle was torn
Plaster held it in place so time could rebuild
On a dare I held my hand flat over a flame to watch a candle burn out
The ointment cooled the charred appendage
I never cried
Your words burn behind my eyes
Soldering my heart into a straight jacket
I haven't found the doctor with tools to fix that yet
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