Hide me away in the black of your heart
and I will gladly wait here,
fumbling toward ecstacy while my
eyes atrophy from lack of light;
my soul feels it radiating from
your own and I
do not need to see to know
that you shine brighter than a blade.

When you found me I was
facedown in failure,
unable to breathe and unable to see
the good you found in me.
Now I ( Read more... )

With the world in slumber,
I find my thoughts in the silence.
I remember many times how
life has passed by
things that I have cherished.
I remember how pebbles we kept
in pockets for luck
slowly become boulders and
weighed us down;
how each word we didn't say
carried us a day and our love away;
I remember wondering how
the world keeps turning
after feelings ( Read more... )

Go to your journal's calendar view. Click on the first post you made in each month, and post the first line of it (skip memes). That's your year in review!

****I thought it would be interesting to do this with this journal, since it's a poetry/free thoughts journal, but I'm also going to do it with my other regular journal, so if you want to see ( Read more... )

I had the dream last night,
the one where you're alive
throwing back your head,
beautiful golden hair flapping in the wind
and like always, you tell me
we're as close as we're getting
to divine;
these are the moments we
slip in between
on our way to godliness.
you are clapping off beat,
but just so,
I am basking in heat,
but I know
as real as it seems,
I have to ( Read more... )

I had written out a whole long post about a certain former friend of mine contacting me recently, and how I felt about that (I mean, I feel good about it, to sum up... but it's complicated), and then LiveJournal decided to suddenly eat it. So, rather than typing it again, I will just say that  "88 Keys and Broken Strings" gives me deja vu like no ( Read more... )

In the middle of all my
day-to-day cynicism,
it feels good to find that hope,
to know that, even though I am not an idealist,
I can and will make a difference.
I hope one day I am more than a
white picket fence and a
high tax bracket.
I hope I remember that
money means nothing if the earth
and its people are dying,
children disappear in wars,
and lose their ( Read more... )

so where were we last halloween?
i don't remember, but i heard you say
it was before we learned how to
dig our fingernails in,
really hurt each other.
i guess the alcohol never had the same
effect on you as it did on me.
all i remember in my drunken stupor,
is that last year i put on my best clothes,
polished up and looked real clean,
stepped out into a ( Read more... )

Yes, it's that time of year again
the one where everything reminds you of... ...
and each year,
don't we feel a little differently?
brush off our old coats,
but put into them
new skin?
loving him was like
reaching into last year's pocket
and pulling out a 20 dollar bill.
it was the second chance
that came countless times,
the hook that always brought you back ( Read more... )

perfect L.A. smiles, fast times,
fuck up? just rewind;
consequences aren't for
people like you.
the sun sets every night
on your high thread-count coffin,
as you wake up to start your (play).
cocktails and cocaine,
chasing tail and other games,
but what will you have left
when years fade away?
"oh, I was once a golden boy"
yeah, but weren't they all?
all peter ( Read more... )

all my friends are growing up,
settling down,
losing touch but
keeping memories.
it's hard to remember how it felt
being 15 and reckless
so foolish;
we were wise enough to know
that those were the days to remember.
But I refuse to be lukewarm.
I won't say my best times are buried times.
this is just the start.
the ones who stuck by me
are the ones I'll keep ( Read more... )