Saturday, January 20, 2001

drawing in the lines. telling a story without speaking a word.

Wednesday, January 17, 2001

driving through darkness
cars racing around me
the lights are blurry
and the music is intense
its building up like music in a bad movie
where you know that someone is going to sneak up
behind the cheesy girl
and kill her
everyone else can see it coming
but she's blind to what's around her
its like a stupid metaphor for life lately
except im finally opening up my eyes
declare a holiday?
i declare a war on the world
"What did you ever become?" you asked. I said, "I was told to be smiles and bright
eyed happiness, but sometimes I can't find anything to laugh at." "I don't
want to be here." you said. It seems like I almost always have that effect
on everyone. I say to myself, "You aren't the first one to think like me."
And I just want to be like everyone else. Why can't I be everything to
everyone else, or maybe just to you? Just once I would like to be something.
And I wouldn't mind if you'd like to be with me.....
.saves the day saves my day.

"christmas time is over" you said in that voice
which means you stopped thinking
and started feeling
and its the feeling that stops thinking about me.
the weeds
have grown
where the sun
once shown.

Tuesday, January 16, 2001


one nite come
alone again
here with out
you'd think
after months
i'd be fine...
used to
it all)
blood red
what i
becomes me.
fill themselves
with what
i once was
pouring from

Monday, January 15, 2001

whisper of night
glowing moon lights the sky
and she aches

(falling back into the tears of yesterday)
yesterdays are forever
remember the train passes above our heads
simon and garfunkel sing us a lullaby
*homeward bound*
a place where everything's ok
i never stop telling u i care
because i really do
i find myself thinking about u
and worrying about you these days
history has been known to repeat itself. this might be one of the occasions where it does just that.
choking back the tears. losing a piece of myself day by day. blank and boring. my personality erodes like stone.

Sunday, January 14, 2001

through these seasons
i've gathered up every word you said
like so many dried flowers
guarded them somewhere down
inside where the brain hits the spine
body and minds first meeting..

and when you told me the truth
i used your wordroses as bullets
hit you with them
as if i wanted to kill you
and myself
cut us both with the blade
that comes from a repeated
....i loved you....