2010 has been a cloud of polluted air.
I cannot wait for 2011.
A year in which I will finally, permanently, escape this town.
Gary Lightbody will be singing in the background while I walk along rusted train tracks--a red bandanna tied around a stick.
And it'll either be northeast or south.
I pray to something that probably doesn't exist that it's not ( Read more... )

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The world tumbles over--
heart in a fisherman's knot.
I forgot
what it was like to breatheunencumbered.

I'm outnumbered
by your countless resolve,
but I resolve

to stay.
 At any rate,
I learn to love and hate
the love I make--
and if I break
(she will) ...
I'll just tie myself together
in a fisherman's knot--
pull it taught--
and I'll forget
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Started singing again.  
My test audience dug it and asked me why I never sing for any reason.
Truth is, I don't really know why I stopped.  
I think I was always better at writing poems than writing songs;
better at reciting them than singing them.

I wonder when everything will be okay again.
Will we ever be okay?
Or have we ruined it?
I say "we" because if I beat myself up anymore than I already have, there won't be an "I." 
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Over the past seven days, I've come to three very important conclusions about my relationship:

1.]  M. is the only person who has been able to infiltrate my very high walls of emotion and personal history.  I can't explain why, but he is so  close to the core of who I am that it is both frightening and invigorating.
2.]  Not speaking with him for ( Read more... )

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I remember the demons that haunt me; that the worst feeling in the world is loneliness.

T.r.u.t.h.

I love the way you love me; 
that you and I
defy the ground we walk on. 
We're twisted like the 
branches of a dying tree,
you and me; 
we defy the air we breathe.
When we've reached our end,
we make a new one;
we're only human,
paradoxical, confrontational--
but alive;
we're only human
We're the breath on
the shower walls,
spelling out tall tales
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