Wednesday, January 11, 2006
lights will guide you home and ignite your bones
Limbo
The heart is a door waiting to be unlocked.
On some, the locks have rusted and vines have encompassed it through years of solitude.
Others are revolving with people coming in and out, some getting trampled and some getting trapped.
Maybe some day the weight will pull us down and we'll find ourselves looking up to the sky.
The night will reveal itself one star at a time until it spells out our names.
Until then I'll just keep on floating around like the sparkle in your eyes that only I can see.
And just maybe we'll find that I'm the one with the key.
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
love's not enough
proctrastination. the pointlessness in achievements is growing and about to breach. the gears of spontaneity have been grinding and are wearing thin. everything hurts. there will be no ten year reunion for me. thatll be my last year standing and by then i hope to forget you. i dont want to see the ugly socialites you'll all become. i mean it when i yell it. no matter how many times it's done it never feels better. im going to leave this land where the stars have fallen and hit the ground only to find that their lights have gone and left them blind. not even a shimmer. without the lights, mutilation is revealed but still eclipsed to themselves. broken in the dust.
i hope it hurts when you hit the ground.