Monday, July 18, 2011

Forelsket



I don't think I'll ever adjust
Nothing is how it was before
I look into the mirror and you stare back
But everything is different now

There are these moments...

You stare at me like you always do
Except your face is not the one I know
It's been replaced by a foreign mask 
I'm always so shocked to see it there

Every time I see it, my stomach churns...

In these moments I feel myself falling
And it's not the good kind of falling either
Rather, the painful type that break bones
The crushing type that bursts organs

The heart (of course) being the first one to go... 

I'm not sure why I look at you 
And I'm sure I look like a fool when I do
Your eyes pierce right through me like I'm a ghost 
I don't understand how I'm here but I'm nothing

Like a scribbled pencil mark-- erased then replaced

These are the moments that swallow me whole
I just don't know who's the Villain this time
Hearts built for love now poisoned by hate 
Which one of us is the monster? 

I can't decide, so I cry for us both


"Darkness can only be scattered by light, hatred can only be conquered by love." 
-John Paul II

Friday, July 8, 2011

Magazine Bible

Beautiful cacophonous looks to climb
Killing time with Ancestral bows
Bowls bumbling and turnpike river-stabbing
New diets mean new pillowed bathroom stalls.
They're calling me, caressing me with their in-depth-view of beauty
Beauty... Beauty! Beauty?
No time in relevance of wisdom in your wrinkles.
No one to turn to your divine beauty.
Define beauty-
Flower shop hydrangea or a weed on a dusty road to a small town in western Red Rock
Nobody really cares if you aren't a technicolor dreamer.
Technicolor gleamer.
A save-face cleaner.
Make my dreams creamier.