July 26, 2009
Posted at 05:59 am by dilutedspark
July 7, 2009
because we never leave completely
sometimes i wonder if we have tried everything.
i sit in a room with ocean walls;
waiting, wondering what is safe
what has become routine.
perhaps there was never such a thing as the morning star
but there was night with a moon,
with a grace, with a flicker of tongue.
the same songs always play.
we remember them but turn them down
but when strangers walk by my head hums
and i like everything soft rather than loud;
i have to strain which means i'm listening.
i always lock my door.
we are the end of the fireworks.
Posted at 06:09 pm by dilutedspark
March 19, 2009
we are the ending of the story;
i was the prince who saved,
you were the one who left.
i am not standing anymore,
it is better to love fiction.
Posted at 05:20 pm by dilutedspark
March 14, 2009
and then, a hurricane;
bodies which constantly mock.
i won't take you down.
Posted at 11:23 am by dilutedspark
March 2, 2009
we create wars for ourselves,
a coping mechanism with intentional loss.
there is no pulling out the stops,
race car driving through life
with a steady hand which shook
through everything else.
it is hard to not fall out of grace,
we look everywhere expecting
someone else than the people
we continually see reflected;
it is hard to say what we will find.
Posted at 05:12 pm by dilutedspark
November 8, 2008
after all the places i've been i still dream of hardwood floors.
i wonder what you did out there, what you aren't telling me
that the world did to you. i want us to have voices again,
even if we both pretend we only know how to speak
through our cracked hands which wish to heal.
the nights don't go anywhere, instead they linger;
dedicating names to unexplored places out of reach.
we do not let ourselves see them.
Posted at 05:29 am by dilutedspark
September 25, 2008
a sentence a day is still getting somewhere.
i bet you didn't even hear me inside of it.
Posted at 07:23 pm by dilutedspark
