February 2012
10 posts
Anonymous asked: Was just reading through this and just wanted to say great work! You express so much with saying very little. -Janace
Destruction and demise
That is my enterprise.
Start the race
bets in place.
I’m not a gambler,
but I am a rambler.
Can’t stand still.
I said I’d go,
and I will.
Not from here,
though that’s my fear.
Won’t shed a tear,
because I know how to steer.
Watch me go
and win.
Don’t try to catch me.
You will never be
anything like me.
Watch me go
and win.
Don’t try to...
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Destruction and Decay
i have destroyed
the vase
the flowers
the canvas
the memories
the notes
the photographs
of our past,
because there is nothing here anymore,
so there should be nothing of yours
in my home.
To better days and different paths
by the time you read this,
I’ll be gone.
and you’ll be fine.
your world without me, will be far less flawed.
but maybe one day you’ll see,
there are no flaws like me.
Brighter Than the Moon
a poem I found quite sweet.
shespeaksyvon:
Every night, with the stars as my audience, I sing your name into the evening air. A soft refrain of seductive syllables that sing themselves back to me in the form of rustling leaves and sterling silver light shows. Your name belongs in all of this midnight beauty, where it can sit in the peace and quiet of an unobtrusive shadow. Most would prefer...
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Memory Strain- an exercise
From yesterday:
I was feeling down. That movie wasn’t very funny—it wasn’t making me feel any better.
I remembered I was supposed to have dinner and drinks with my family.
So I called him to come with me because I didn’t want to face them alone.
The questions.
“What’s up with school? Are you all paid up? Why can’t you do Spring quarter? When will you...
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Words from the Wise-early in the morn
Forgetting
is forgiving yourself
for dwelling-
then moving on.
Words of wisdom.
That is all.
God, if I have to die, you will have to die.: I... →
A fabulous poem from a fabulous friend.
the-world-is-our-coffin:
My dog won’t eat
She just lays around.
I offer her some of my beer,
She turns it down.
I drink,
I’m afforded the luxury.
My dad won’t breathe anymore,
He just stumbles around.
He offered me an addiction,
And I’ve run aground.
He’s sober,
He’s afforded the luxury.
My guitar won’t play,
“I watched the Passion of the Christ and wuz wonderin… if this nigga can heal...”
– good question.
Bennett (via textsfrombennett)