Once upon a time, no one existed. I was here, and you were here, but no one else existed. I didn't know you. And everything was dark. You were somewhere in a world of your own. I wandered
and i wandered
and i wandered
and one day, you were here. I met you. And i liked you and i touched the sadness on your face. you were drunk.
but so was i so it was okay that you were too
and then the dark got brighter
and i could see things i had never seen before
and everything was beautiful. more beautiful than before. you would tell me stories when i wanted to be able to hear. and you would show me things when i wanted to be able to see. and life was better. and things started to exist. and real life was real life, but so were my dreams. everything was brighter. you washed the sadness off your face, and i washed mine. i could see. there was a sun and at night the brightest moon i could ever see. everything was brighter. and everything really loved to exist.
too much existed. too many people and faces all with sadness on them. i had trouble seeing you. you had a harder time seeing me. i screamed for you in a crowd, a crowd for hours with me screaming to you. screaming so loud the clouds could hear me. but not you.
you went to lunch, in the daylight, with other things that existed
you all fell in-love. i sat beneath trees hoping you could hear me. but i lost my voice, so i sat silently.
and then you stopped existing. everything else existed, sort of. it got dark again so i couldnt really see. maybe everything was gone. but i am sure you stopped existing. and i sat beneath dark trees
silently
hoping somewhere you could hear me.
and we all lived separately ever after.
thats why we invented telephones.
and that is the story of how we fell in-love, mister.
Thursday, November 5, 2009
Sunday, November 1, 2009
Saturday, October 31, 2009
Moment
Let us take a picture of the sun
And when She protests
Let us tell her
We are only trying to capture
A moment
That will never be a Moment again
And then She will tell us
That if it will never be a Moment
Again
We can not capture that moment
At all
And we will feel silly
And ashamed we even tried
Let us then live
Live the Moment and be in a moment
And not forget it
Have the picture of the sun in the back of our minds
At all times
Yet no photograph to show it.
It will only be ours.
And when She protests
Let us tell her
We are only trying to capture
A moment
That will never be a Moment again
And then She will tell us
That if it will never be a Moment
Again
We can not capture that moment
At all
And we will feel silly
And ashamed we even tried
Let us then live
Live the Moment and be in a moment
And not forget it
Have the picture of the sun in the back of our minds
At all times
Yet no photograph to show it.
It will only be ours.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
I am the worst person I have ever met. I make secret plans to devour a feast, they made it for millions but I want it for me. Does that make me a monster? I don't know. If I wish hard enough, maybe it will stop existing and making plans of its own. Take over me. I am a human lie detector, watching for clues and looking for rules you are breaking. I am so very special, never call me Lady. I have lost a brain, I have lost three brains I am wasting. I am not old enough to stomp on your emotions, emotions, emotions. How do we learn emotions? We are pieces of rubber left behind, stretching and turning into mounds of dust left on concrete floors, yelling at everyone YOU WERE NOT HERE FIRST. And nothing is original. Everything is found art. Trash from the streets, ribbons and pigeons and meat. My hands are in the sky, hanging out and looking for repeats in the clouds. I have had the same best friend for fourteen years. He has grown old and weary, waiting until he can give his sore bones a rest, and when he does, my heart will fall out and crumble, waiting for a replacement but knowing that none will come. And then maybe cereal will be the only childhood delicacy that I have left. I don't want to miss out on the future. Is it possible to find inspiration from yourself?
Monday, October 19, 2009
My Life.
Saturday, October 17, 2009
Contradictions
There is too much
And not enough
And sound in between.
I am crawling from the inside.
Let me out.
I am happy. Happy happy. Happier than in a long, long time.
And not enough
And sound in between.
I am crawling from the inside.
Let me out.
I am happy. Happy happy. Happier than in a long, long time.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
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