always shifting

all over the place

Sun, 26 Jul 2009 13:59:21 GMT

i'm still here and looking but post writing wanna be type things more often here:

http://expiscation.tumblr.com/

hope everyone is well.

because we never leave completely

Wed, 08 Jul 2009 02:09:00 GMT

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.

even time

Fri, 20 Mar 2009 01:20:03 GMT

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.

~

Sat, 14 Mar 2009 19:23:50 GMT

and then, a hurricane;
bodies which constantly mock.

i won't take you down.

further away

Tue, 03 Mar 2009 01:12:33 GMT

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.

always in

Sat, 08 Nov 2008 13:29:53 GMT

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.

big jumps

Fri, 26 Sep 2008 03:23:17 GMT

a sentence a day is still getting somewhere.

i bet you didn't even hear me inside of it.

helicopters

Wed, 24 Sep 2008 03:29:48 GMT

i still have a lot of honesty in me but i cannot write directly about my life. it isn't my mode of operation, it remains my excuse to never let someone in fully no matter what i feel. people are imaginary if you can't see them, even if they are real, even if you have heard them.

and so i am sparkless again, when it comes back i don't want it to come back in the same way that i'm used to.

a more accurate representation

Thu, 07 Aug 2008 05:24:56 GMT

http://scintilla.tumblr.com/

in the woods

Thu, 29 May 2008 00:50:29 GMT

i wish we had something more in common than our pretending.