content

It's amazing how a little time with close friends can turn a good day into a great day!

paint it blank

I want to write, but there are no words to express how I feel. Silence is inadequate, music makes it worse, and words... words just fail me.

I want to write, but my mind won't unwind enough to tell my fingers what to say. It's a confused mess that refuses to sort itself out, even for the page.

I want to write to ease my confusion, to identify what I feel, to express them to my favourite silent listener, my closest release.

I want to write it away... but it just refuses to be made alive with words.

fallen

It seems disappointment is the theme today.

The most shocking part is
that I never expected
such a simple little thing
to disappoint me so greatly.

right here

This feels familiar,
this spot right here,
this place I wished to forget,
this area that reminds me
that my memory is often unkind.

This feels too familiar,
this pulling between two,
this sticking to the middle,
this choosing not to choose
that leaves me stuck... nowhere.

This feels too unfamiliar,
this nomadic behaviour,
this strange air covering
this once familiar place
that now forms strangers out of friends.

rejoining

This is a picture I did not take of two people emerging from different halls meeting at a corner, both stopping dead in their tracks to stare at the other, mouths agape... three years of separation and changes communicated in identical images of surprise and joy.

wake up

Whether we think we need it or not,
it's always best
to get a flaming bullet of truth
to jolt us out of our fantasy
and get our feet firmly planted in reality.

multilateral

Not many people understand you,
and not many people like you.
They think I should remove you from me.
I can't say I understand you fully myself,
but I can say that I
am not the me they know without you.
For better or for worse
you complete me,
you are me.

clothe me

I stand before you
attempting
to hide myself from your piercing eyes
that know me sometimes better than I know myself

I stand before you
longing
for this transparency to fog and fade,
to shroud me in a mist that clouds me from you

I stand before you
naked
asking you to clothe me.

choices

they shape our today,
paint our yesterdays,
and determine our tomorrows;

can create agony when done in haste,
is agony personified when dragged for too long,
but can be perfect peace when done wisely;

ruptures anxiety when the consequences
are heavier than I care to manage;
but is a necessary evil that none can escape

for to choose not to choose is a choice in itself.

steam

You can tell how much people bottle inside
by how much they explode if you just lift the lid a little.