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Thursday, May 27, 2010


Dappled sunlight streams through
Layered stories of green
That's us and how we are
And what we'll never be
There's always hope that the spring will
Overtake this chill in the air
As I watched the rain gently disrupt the puddles
I realized how beautiful it was to me
Everlasting ripples in such a small pool
Sometimes we like to hear ourselves talk
But me, I'd rather just hear you talk
Because your voice is comfortable like sleeping
And your laugh is like a clear blue day
But I'm still in a rainstorm on my balcony
Just dreaming again
I wonder if it'll ever stop raining
Will the puddles turn to dark, raging oceans
That sweep me away?
Taking me to foreign lands
Where the air is always hazy
Choking memories of the sun

Sunday, May 16, 2010

In.More.Color or To Whom It May Concern

You treat life like a distant.lover
In a constant state of love.unrequited
Teal.compassion leaks from your star.streaming.eyes
You can feel the pull of the world on your tender.heart
Tearing with claws of cold.steel
Yet you can see the hurt of the monster
Deep in's.crust
Seeing your downfall is like watching a gentle.angel
Glowing.innocence fading into dark.pathways
You were always dark.somehow
Your brilliance is not easily observed
Not with the shifty eyes of heartless.judges
Throwing your soul in with the.eyeless
Never knowing that you only see the world