Lightening Bugs

Written 05/99

I watch the gray faint lines
the paper burns
the words I promised to you

A thousand smiles flash
the warm feelings we ate
despite our true intentions

Lightening bugs
for children's toys
we wore our own behavior

Our desperate bodies
trapped in separate jars
that loudly clanged together





Note - I just felt the need to point some "old me". -posted 06/2015

Box

Written 01/98

My life consists of;
Rambling words
and sympathetic piles of paper.
But words that I've forgotten how to say
to anyone they ever mattered to our involved.
A mouth, I cannot use.

Feelings that change
like the tide,
the seasons,
the weather.
-Maybe a closet of faded disguises
or simply a child that
can't remember the difference between right and wrong.
Either way,
a heart that hasn't been served justice.

Vacant aspirations,
a put off list of 50 things.
Dreams like photographs in an album,
lost beneath the clutter of my closet.
A mind without directories of rules and reason.

People; like the days of the week,
they pass on with some sort of routine.
And I follow unmoved
A body that's lost all function.






Note - I just felt the need to point some "old me". -posted 06/2015

Prove Me Wrong

I'm not really sure why but here lately I've been wanting to post some old stuff. -And when I say old, I mean almost 20 years... Maybe it's so I don't forget where I came from. Maybe it's to draw me back to a poetic form of sharing words. We shall see...

written 12/97

I believe that "sincerity"
     is a bull-shit term for liar.
-That "trust me"
     is only an invitation to prove every reason why I shouldn't.
-That "I love you"
     is something that people just cash in.
-That silence
     is something said before good-byes.

Prove me wrong.
Show me that you're an outcast to all of my angry theories.
Sit with me and say nothing.
And keep coming back when I say nothing in return.




Note - I just felt the need to point some "old me". -posted 06/2015