| Saturday, January 7th, 2012 |
| 2:12 pm |
Dry heat connecting my eyes and the pain not deep enough in my head. This old small doorknob is either locked, or it's broken. I can't get in this way. The distinguished sense of this place confides an ancient secret not yet understood. Several styles removed from today, it now has become magic. What is in there? The shape of the door. The crooked garden. Even the surrounding earth has begun to bulge in places, giving faces to hills and shadows. Home takes away the mystery. |
| Wednesday, July 28th, 2010 |
| 7:01 pm |
Tired faces. Looking through my own tired eyes. Scanning across all the jumping people, the press of screaming fans crowding in. Looking up at me. Demand. Loud voices. Smiles. It's not real. I look like a normal person when standing in line next to you and you don't really like me do you? I did this in the beginning because I loved it and even then I was afraid of the clumsy, asking, assuming. If only people would accept my music coming out of a hole I could hide in, and enjoy it for what it was. |
| Thursday, December 10th, 2009 |
| 3:01 pm |
How is it? How hard can I close my eyes, far back can I lean into this chair, long is it before I fall asleep and dream and dream and dream? A smile. Mine? (I feel the apparition with trembling fingers) guess so. Well! |
| Monday, January 19th, 2009 |
| 1:44 pm |
Living on the edge of furniture
The desk complained with quiet echos, transient sounds, distant fingerprints. Having triggered its ancient defensive mechanism I was already shifting my weight forward in response to the teasing with magic sounds of far away. |
| Saturday, July 26th, 2008 |
| 5:18 pm |
Hey there
Burning bright star, flying across the sky of my life. Gone now. Like the angels. |
| Saturday, June 28th, 2008 |
| 3:44 pm |
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| Tuesday, April 17th, 2007 |
| 12:21 pm |
Happy people have different ambitions. |
| Wednesday, March 7th, 2007 |
| 9:16 pm |
Sigh
Why does each new building have to destroy a piece of my sky? Crushed and surrounded by the noise and busy thoughts of everywhere, I shrink down into my secret garden where I hide from the fact I'm hiding. Too much, or too little known facts about peace in my soul, either way I'm there far too often. |
| Saturday, March 3rd, 2007 |
| 10:40 pm |
Time oh time, passing me by. By myself or with others was I where I was yesterday, will I still be here tommorow? Your guess is as good as mine. |
| Friday, June 23rd, 2006 |
| 10:13 pm |
I know something I know, only because of my love for her. That's why it hurts. I almost wish I didn't know. |
| Tuesday, June 20th, 2006 |
| 1:17 am |
What happens when I grow tired of being tired? What happens when I run out of me? I don't want to be selfish. I dont want to be what I see everyday, walking around this world, missing the little things. Missing the love. |
| Monday, May 29th, 2006 |
| 12:44 am |
How can I go back to the loneliness? |
| Wednesday, May 10th, 2006 |
| 8:30 am |
When I was with her I was never completely happy without her. Now we are apart and just a minute ago I was happy, and that made me sad. Perhaps sad for the last time. One last kiss. |
| 1:24 am |
Without you, they are only words. |
| Wednesday, May 3rd, 2006 |
| 12:27 pm |
Love is behind my every decision, why doesn't anyone else see that? |
| Monday, April 17th, 2006 |
| 9:53 am |
All this, without love, is only all this. And it is a pale imitation of life. |
| Sunday, April 16th, 2006 |
| 2:57 pm |
Damn you Hollywood! Must you put a love story in every movie? I pay not only in cash to watch these wrecks, do I not already suffer in ways you could never imagine, nor follow a like idea to any conclusion? Am I the only one? *sigh* So far. And yet . . . so far. |
| Monday, April 10th, 2006 |
| 4:34 pm |
My heart, the held butterfly. Who am I? Why am I? I'm afraid to cry. I'm still going to. |
| Sunday, April 9th, 2006 |
| 9:04 pm |
Are people who need alone time in love? I thought love was constant. I thought love was forever. |
| Sunday, April 2nd, 2006 |
| 10:02 am |
She brings my happiness . . . and it stays with me. |
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