Sunday, March 20, 2011
I am the sound
Thursday, March 17, 2011
Psychology of a Society
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
Boy
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Tide
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
words
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
Growing
Friday, March 4, 2011
Mirror
I do not mind that you are sad by the window, crying silently, waiting for the sky to rain. I do not mind that you are sad in the shower, with no emotion in your eyes and your hands balled into fists. I do not mind that you are sad when you are sleeping, dreaming about a girl who is unavoidable but too far out of reach. I do not mind that you are sad and lonely and depressed. I do not mind at all.
Your face is bleached into the color the stars make. Your hands are brown with dirt and loved by your mind for their color. I saw you dance in the moonlight, you were not sad. You were not sad, and I was not sad. You danced with the color of your face reflected back to you through the lights in the night sky. You danced in the moonlight and you ran back home after.
When you come in the front door and you smile, I see your freckles stretch and your skin pull tight and your eyes shine bright. When you come through the door and your mouth is a line, I see your calm face and the dead look in your eyes.
When I see my reflection, I see you looking at me. I see you see me. I see you. I am sorry and unafraid. I am strong and not withered. I am frayed on the edges but it gives my hope character.
When I look in the mirror, I love you no less.
Thursday, March 3, 2011
A terrible fate
Tuesday, March 1, 2011
Skin
I wonder what you do
If you find it in your heart
To move
To face it all
To dance
This passion has passed
I don’t feel a thing for it but
Trepidation and a wanting
I lay here
Wondering what you do
Knowing that if I care enough
Is is worth it at all
Is it anything
Is this anything
And my body is eating me
Breaking me down
Composing me
Tangling me with desires
A breakdown of summer
Telling me
I want the sun
When all I want is rain
I want the rain
And the scent of you
On my skin