Untitled Blurbs (that may or may not turn into anything)- October 13, 2008

(1) 

You hit me across the face

so hard

I could feel your fist in the blood

deep within the fetus of my futile 

and flawless... 

(2)

its easy t smile

day by day

and every song still reminds me of you

but to me i'm untrue.

its easy to lie

its easy to softly save myself

from the stumble

as i gracefully tumble into another 

sort of step

it's easy to admit to the world

that i miss you

that 'i guess that's okay'

but every song still reminds me of you

and every word still compares to you

and every face still resembles -- or doesn't -- resemble you

so, i'm a wretched person,

but so were you.

two of a kind

lovingly blind

it's easy to fake what i've played all along.  

(3)

chocolate curls

sensitive girls

virginal world

in jaded, dirt pearls

(4)

suck from me

your dreaming dreamer's guilt

i know the game

the seemingly seamless shift.

(5)

when I was soft

i didn't realize that love

could be so sour.

the bottle turned

the tannins fierce

and flawed upon my tongue

fortitude has fallen

and I lay each night in helplessness

I'm tearing at dreams that

don't seem hardly mine

but they were

once upon a time

a long ago. a far...

(6)

For a few days now

I've been using the wrong pen.

I can't get your eyes out of my skin.

I can't get your gaze out of my breath,

Your arms off from around my livelihood.

Oh let me go,

   just let me go.

I keep ending this sentence,

I keep turning to new pages...

Your ink seeping through,

you've ruined my epic

distorted the tale.

I'm falling on follies

and failing to free the

fanciful facets of the 

fear fostered faith.

Oh let me go.  Just let me go.

Shattered beneath

is the place where I've died

but since you won't leave--remain here--

I'm dry.

(7)

It's occurred to me tonight

and over

and over

that despite all the insight

left upon me

I still fumble freely

and fail to ignite.

(8)

it's easy to cheapen

to become what they want

in the moment

the moment

the moment

its easy to wander, to stray from the path

and simple to do what you're asked.

it's easy and simple

to simply be sad, sunken, shrapnel

of their wounds upon you

and when dust reveals 

your old sooty scars

who's going to rise 

to hold you back up?