I feel more desperate with every word of yours I come across.
Bouncing balls that just loose all momentum....never being sent back, or being sent off at all.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Sunday, August 24, 2008
You can try. And I can try.
But you can never peg me.
Its infuriating.
And exhilarating.
Match up the synonyms with the antonyms and let the duel go.
Its a bloody battle between everything there is to be between.
Friday, August 22, 2008
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Michael Phelps: Superhuman. Epic. Phenomenal. The hope and dream of a Great Country in the grips of despair. Only rivaling those of Greek gods.
I wish I could have had you here in my living room with me, really. I get more wrapped up in these things than is to be expected. I know one of you out there knows how to let me meet him; I need to. If only to say a simple "thank you", even though it's oh so much more than that. Even if right now it's not perfectly clear. Because to this soul it rings through as bells at the grand cathedral. I always did know 23 was the place to be. And one more August bar wants to shove me in the depths of a shallow grave,but I can't be anything but in love with 080808.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Anything but an easy task
I hear all these things.
They flitter through my head.
Brilliance whispers in one ear.
and out the other in a second.
It sounds lovely
and it sounds coherent.
but theres nothing more than
nothing.
little adheres.
and little remains.
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
"Sometimes perfection can be--It can be perfect hell"
You're not perfect, except its every way I see you
I've got nothing to celebrate but not being over you
I knew it was you from the back of your head
The bubbles make this hard to go down
and Ive been so high and down for you before
We used to dream, and Im not sure you ever knew
that they revolved around you
aisles and seats, next to you, its only where Id give to be
and if you were to ask me, how yes could be given to noone but you
I swear if I had the proof
it'd be in the way you say my name
it seems like the plainest clue
and the dirtiest trick.
if somehow I knew.
blackened eyes and swollen masks
these songs do nothing but remind me
when nights were meant for glowing
glowing ends of cigarettes
glowing eyes across rooms
glowing embers ignored
glowing skin on skin on skin.
she says she couldnt see it
but then you spun her and she did
you're the kind that can make even the surest girl
think she's forgotton everything she knew
And all I can remember are those nights
and that one...
etched into my mind
I could stare at you forever.
These glowing eyes are for you
and always have been.
The days melt into nights
and nights into years
and years into ironarre reunions.
when the word perfect slides across the table
you're the only one sitting at the other end.
every time.
your face never fails.
and it makes everyone elese's mind bend
but noones seen the you who I've seen.
even he can't get me out of this.
I'm stuck here, in a place that I just don't seem to belong.
so simple. so complicated.
Saturday, August 09, 2008
Friday, August 08, 2008
Thursday, August 07, 2008
Track 4
especially hard today. and probably tomorrow. and it may only ever get worse.
they day is almost over and I almost cried, but not quite. I have come to expect this.
Best friends believe in your lie along with you.
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
...and Leo needs larger than life existence.
There's a reason why every Lion cast in gold is set with ruby eyes.
It felt good to explain myself. Even if I shouldn't have to.
24-bars tomorrow.
Lordhelpme.
Saturday, August 02, 2008
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