it's raining
sense the symphony of the the quiet
twilight through my skylight
an old song on the radio
fade me slow in crimson shade
a wispy, silver, silent haze
a fragile, lacy, golden glaze
all my life. all my days.
fade me slow
and watch me fall
for you.
ps. this one came outa nowhere. wrote it a week back i think.
22 March, 2007
20 March, 2007
Letter.
dear God
i have sinned.
i talk to myself, swear at the world, chew on gum in class, play with my pointy glass, dream hysterically at night and ruefully through the day, i do not pray to You and i talk back at people who continue to do so much for me.
i have a few questions. when i start looking for signs, i get helplessly lost. i never know what i'm about to say next or what i'm about to do next. i don't know anything about myself though i've been working on that for over eighteen years now. silver linings do not exist. infact, here in our world, we don't even have dark clouds anymore. it's so bright, we can't even watch where we're going. and i keep running into things and falling down, hard. it's so bright, i can't even look for the things i've lost.
amen.
i have sinned.
i talk to myself, swear at the world, chew on gum in class, play with my pointy glass, dream hysterically at night and ruefully through the day, i do not pray to You and i talk back at people who continue to do so much for me.
i have a few questions. when i start looking for signs, i get helplessly lost. i never know what i'm about to say next or what i'm about to do next. i don't know anything about myself though i've been working on that for over eighteen years now. silver linings do not exist. infact, here in our world, we don't even have dark clouds anymore. it's so bright, we can't even watch where we're going. and i keep running into things and falling down, hard. it's so bright, i can't even look for the things i've lost.
please make me come to You sooner.
i am very unhappy.
amen.
rudimentary emotion.
Arbitrary notes
Arched grace of a body, white
that dances slow
with clandestine delight
Love is frail
An idle play
of shallow souls
Knights, courtesans, trolls
lonely legends, folklore
Let it go
and leech your gore
till you dance in a trance
all alone.
Arched grace of a body, white
that dances slow
with clandestine delight
Love is frail
An idle play
of shallow souls
Knights, courtesans, trolls
lonely legends, folklore
Let it go
and leech your gore
till you dance in a trance
all alone.
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