5-27-12
It seems the only thing that matters anymore
is how l o n g I can go before
the faces start to blur.
I try to remember the way we were
before the s p a c e s
became longer than the words.
Fictitious Whispers
The random writings and meaningless musings of whoever I think I am.
~ Monday, May 28 ~
5-26-12
Sometimes I decide to write a song for you.
But then I realize how little I mean to you.
But the words won’t come
‘Cause you’re the only thing on the tip of my tongue.
Sometimes I slip up and let your name fall.
But laugh at myself for worrying about it all.
I know that you’ll never see my mistakes,
so why bother with touchups and retakes?
So I write myself off
But the words won’t come
‘Cause you’re the only thing on the tip of my tongue
The steel when I run soft.
5-25-12
Finding something
L
O
S
T
isn’t really that hard.
You just have to break out
of that B O X you’re in
and go looking in places
you shouldn’t have been.
But finding someone that’s lost
is a whole different process indeed.
Because sometimes they’re
Right
In
Front
Of
You
(they just don’t know who they are).
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~ Sunday, May 27 ~
5-24-12
Reading the yearbook is making me nostalgic. Note: you won’t get this unless you go to TBS.
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Here’s to the sugar in our milk break spoons,
to the too-early mornings and busy afternoons.
To the teachers who loved us when we were insane
and the ones who overestimated our tired brains.
When we first walked through those arches we love
and saw the silenced bell tower, majestic above,
who could have known that one day we’d all be
leaving these sights we thought we’d always see.
But from the first full day in Tuesday dress
to our final moments of sweet success,
may we always remember what we learned here:
work hard, play harder, and love without fear.
5-23-12
When your smile is so bright my shadow stretches for miles away
I take time to remember how useless I’d be without you every day
Because it takes someone really freaking special
To teach you about yourself at every level
And you my friend
Are exactly that:
My friend.
When your shoulder is the only place I let my tears fall
I’m reminded that as long as I have you I have it all
Because no matter what crazy shit I pull
You’re the one with me at every level
And you my friend
Are exactly that:
My perfect friend
And reminder that
No matter when and no matter where
There’s somebody who actually cares.
And you
You’re always there.
~ Saturday, May 26 ~
5-22-12
Poetry is…
Poetry is unspoken. While that’s obvious by definition, it’s even more clear if you look at its purpose. Poetry is for all those things that you can’t say. Maybe you don’t want to say them, or maybe you just don’t have anyone to listen. But no matter what, poetry is there to give your heart a voice, even it’s one you can’t hear. It’s just one you feel.
5-21-12
Canopy sunsets and blackout shade nights
shield the strong sun from the tourists’ eyes
as they blink and bewilder the fantastic sight
of their guidebook-guided misgivings and lies.
See, there once was a time when time lasted long
and the monsters retreated to the sea.
But now those old days have long come and long gone,
and the demons possess you and me.
So watch for those tourists, wandering blind
as the time slips away from sunscreened hands
and the old and the new sneak up behind
the brightened beholders of foreign land.
~ Friday, May 25 ~
5-20-12
It’s usually either disconcerting or comforting to know you’re not alone.
In this instance, it’s just frustrating.
No matter how many times I turn a corner or find some excuse to leave, it seems you’re always catching up to me. And you always look so damn pleased with yourself when you do. I just want to knock that puppydog smile off your face and watch your tail finally stop wagging.
~ Thursday, May 24 ~
5-19-12
Maybe I’ll be a poem,
my surface stained with angst-ridden ink
at the hand of a youth.
Maybe I’ll be an idea,
mapped out with hopeful strokes
across these lines.
Maybe I’ll be a letter,
written in heartfelt cursive to one
who’s too far away.
Or maybe I’ll be
a piece of math homework
to be thrown away.
