Wednesday, February 24, 2010
I loathe the ocean, that swells in me, it drank my love, for its deep potion. Can we be King and Queen of tides, I lost my shirt on a raft, I swam back to the goldmines. I mined alot of bones, and insignificant things, I mined alot of undertones.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
You're a tiny star, and you're burning out. You are resilient with a curse, you are made from substance not known to man. I could never penetrate your pores. You sweat iced lakes, and pump blood faster than a machine. Everyone but you knows you won't succeed. You're a falling leaf. You are slow in your motion, your shoulders are weak. You are decay, hollow from the middle. You hurt yourself. You are bricks but no wall, you have the brain of all the wise that fell before you, but you know nothing.
Do you think god is watching? He can't see you, brittle leaf, falling in a forest.
Here we go again, on the merry-go-round with the slowest rotation. With the least amount of motion. The world spins quicker than every word spoken in anger, quicker than every word lashed with the brutality of emotion. While it turns everyone will die. We'll be left at the end of the ride with nothing to show for the time. But that's life.