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I Knew He'd Crack

He can't be mean even if he tries really hard....

The Reason I Haven't Been Able to Write

I'm way too happy.

I Love You

Sunday, April 17

I love the way you wrap me up and take me by surprise

i love the way you tease me with those warm and gentle eyes

i love the way you hold me close and say you wont let go

i love the way you make the feel, the way you make me know...

that i love you.

i love the way you kiss me so soft and tenderly

i love the way you make me feel like i could never be lonely

i love the way you make me feel most every single day

i love the way you make me feel, the way you make me say...

that i love you.

Finally

Monday, April 11

I finally found someone.

Someone real.

Someone spontaneous.

Someone who found me.

I didn't have to put myself out there.

I didn't have to act desperate.

It just happened... just like I've always wanted.

And what's more...

He. Is. Amazing.

Waiting

March 20, 2011

i bet you when our cool and naked

bodies finally meet

we'll overpass that little hill and

touch the diamond stream

it'll bathe our calves and toes in blue

and open up our eyes

to what was waiting in the field

in ever warm disguise.

Armed Robbery

March 18, 2011

good person.

does this even mean anything anymore?

i was sure he was. HE WAS.

the best i've met in a while.

forever. ever.

but apparently

that doesn't matter

because apparently

even a good person,

a person with values, love, respect...

even this person -

i genuinely believed him -

can find the evil inside

(no, the stupidity)

to walk into a store with a gun

and bad intentions

and mess it all up

... even this person can be bad.

Too Much Noise

March 18, 2011

light. light.

take away this sheet of black.

lead me. far away. hold me. bathe me.

in silence.

silence.

the immensity of this timeless jungle

is lost

in the noise. noise. noise.

light.

make it quiet again.

noise is black.

silence. light.

white.

Live

March 14, 2011

i want to face life

i want to be free

i dont want all the walls

just the warm open sea

i'll make my mistakes

i'll learn what i see

i'll live by my footsteps

i want to be free

Who Am I?

February 26, 2011

what is this face?

what are these hands?

how could these eyes stand to watch such mutiny?

i dont know me.

this shell of me

has some demon inhabitant

some sinner.

who is that sinner?

who am i?

is this me?

my face.

my hands.

these things ive done.

i am the sinner.

Alone - For Now

now that his timeless presence has faded

i realize that i hate being alone.

i hate all the emptiness left in my bones.

i hate this old ground; i lay broken and jaded.

in his warm puddle i had once waded

but now i have only a cold, empty groan,

dreams of a feeling to me he had shown.

why do i feel so cheated? so raided?

but on i must walk though this graveyard of hope

cause surely i know this is not where it ends

for farther along this precarious slope

ill find someone else who can make my heart bend

ill find someone else who can tug on my rope

ill find someone else whom my heart may defend.

The Mountain

mountain! mountain! bathed in sleet

'neath my cold and blistered feet,

what was running through my mind,

and why'd i choose to make this climb?

seconds, minutes, hours, weeks

on your deadly falls and peaks

through the snow and ice and wind

frostbite, sickness, bare flesh skinned.

i was nearly to the top

it was far too late to stop

was it worth it - all of this?

will the pain be gone with bliss?

up your slopes i did prevail

yet most others try and fail

whyd i make it? am i great?

was it luck? or was it fate?

whyd i choose to not turn back?

whyd i keep my feet on track?

while my toes and fingers froze

spirit, hope, and courage rose.

mountain! mountain! bathed in sleet

'neath my cold and blistered feet,

what was running through my mind,

and whyd i choose to make this climb?