Friday, September 25, 2009

This life is a war of attrition

I can't believe the callous creature I became
or decide if its a blessing or a shame
cut every tie that kept me bound
and I found bliss in the free fall
knowing this would only last
until I met the ground
but if I could stay suspended I'd be happy
forever stuck in that moment
with a middle finger to gravity

I just want to breathe
let the air sink in and calm wash over me
just breathe
take some time and relearn to be free
I just want to breathe

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Lost Perfection: part d

Some of those mistakes won't ever go away and some of these wounds won't ever heal. We've all been hurt and we're all fighting our own battles. There are some people I will always love despite some of the terrible things they've done to me. We all have our scars.

I can't take my mind off of you. You were always there and now you're gone.
I'll find my way.
I'm just stumbling through the dark with half my heart.
Is that alright with you?

Lost Perfection: part c

It may not be good enough for you.
It may not matter to you.
It may not be what you want.
but it was mine.

As time goes on this means more and more to me.

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Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Lost Perfection: part b

Big bangs and sweet regrets are all that we have left.

If you're so enlightened why did you waste my time on it?

I still believe the words you say. I guess that makes me the fool.

I don't know the answers, but neither do you...

Monday, September 14, 2009

Lost Perfection: part a

What enables you to withstand the crushing banality of your trite, hackneyed existence?

I've rediscovered my lifeline. It had never actually left me. I just placed it on the back burner for a while.

Welcome back love.

Sunday, September 13, 2009

I hope this moves you

Someday who I am will forgive what I've been, but I should hurry up becuase I'll never be this young again.

So I guess I should just figure out who I want to be but I can't help but feel like I'm lost in the dark. All I know is that I'm proud to be so passionately disavowed with a foot in the grave and my head in a cloud. It shouldn't be that hard for me but I've lost my way. I don't know where I am anymore and I'm being crushed by banality. I've become a stranger in my own home; happier as a nomad. I need you to guide me, show me the way. I'm fighting a war I didn't start. I want my world to end with a bang, not a whimper. Signed off as pathos: a piece of art. The world has gone crazy but I still believe.

I need you to listen. I need you to listen. Please just listen.
Every word I've ever written falls short of its intent. These letters betray what my mind meant. So just listen.
This world has gone crazy but I still believe.
I'll follow wherever you lead me.
So lead me...