gray days
where everything gets foggy
and nonsense makes sense
and yearning is comfort
and pain is pleasure
and you feel
feel the most human
full of excitement and fear
and hope and despair
those hazy gray days
where nothing is black
that absorbs all it gets
and nothing is white
that takes all and reflects
but everything is shady
and all gets included,
and all contemplated
and all ruminated
and nothing decided
those crazy hazy gray days
that shade extremes
and break everything into colour.
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
Monday, April 28, 2008
contact
Your presence is all that matters,
just knowing you're right there...
'In our shattered times, anguish relents
Not at mere idle words spoken in vain,
But rather from the silent eloquence
Bestowed by those rare souls who share our pain.'
—Evans
just knowing you're right there...
'In our shattered times, anguish relents
Not at mere idle words spoken in vain,
But rather from the silent eloquence
Bestowed by those rare souls who share our pain.'
—Evans
Sunday, April 20, 2008
trapped
we are suckers for punishment
we faced it before
and said we'd walk away
yet, here we are
saying we wanna leave
but continuing to stay
It's addictive
we've fallen into the mold
the quicksand trap
that pulled us too far deep,
now near impossible to quit cold
Everything is too familiar
extremely comfortable
too comfortable in fact
yet filled with discomfort all at once.
A confusion of a situation;
the fine line border
between misery and pleasure
so here we are again...
enduring the misery
to the climax of an end
we faced it before
and said we'd walk away
yet, here we are
saying we wanna leave
but continuing to stay
It's addictive
we've fallen into the mold
the quicksand trap
that pulled us too far deep,
now near impossible to quit cold
Everything is too familiar
extremely comfortable
too comfortable in fact
yet filled with discomfort all at once.
A confusion of a situation;
the fine line border
between misery and pleasure
so here we are again...
enduring the misery
to the climax of an end
Thursday, April 10, 2008
selective
I want to talk.
I want to scream.
I want to release.
I want to hear about someone's else's day
... just not yours.
I want people around me.
I want people to laugh with.
I want someone to share with.
I want people with funny facial expressions
... just not you.
I want to play games.
I want to exchange stories.
I want to compare ideas.
I want to have endless fun
... just not with you.
I want to scream.
I want to release.
I want to hear about someone's else's day
... just not yours.
I want people around me.
I want people to laugh with.
I want someone to share with.
I want people with funny facial expressions
... just not you.
I want to play games.
I want to exchange stories.
I want to compare ideas.
I want to have endless fun
... just not with you.
Wednesday, April 02, 2008
think tank
My mind flies farther than I expect,
like a kite whose string reels faster
than it's master can hold.
It is constantly consumed with creativity
that takes away time from work-related reality.
Maybe it's best to tailor my mind
so my work time is not abused.
Maybe it's best to find a job
in which the creativity can be used.
like a kite whose string reels faster
than it's master can hold.
It is constantly consumed with creativity
that takes away time from work-related reality.
Maybe it's best to tailor my mind
so my work time is not abused.
Maybe it's best to find a job
in which the creativity can be used.
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