wise words.
Don’t get into the habit of believing every thing I write here
is forever and ever,
amen.
it’s a moment. it’s fleeting.
but it exists.
it wells up, i spew it forth through my fingers
via the keyboard
and onto this once empty page.
And then,
normal, calm, happy,
talking to the cats, dancing in the rain,
smoking way to many ciggarettes, washed down with multiple cups
of my coffee.
Just normal, most of the time.
With occasional explosions of thoughts.
Thanks.
x
Emotionally yours, for a time
until pause
let’s slow
I’ve evasive, I’m elusive
I’m not sure what I just did
I can’t see past the screaming thoughts
that tell me
walking
then
running
is the only option.
Then you can’t see me,
be me,
fear me!
For i can, and will, destroy you
just to prove that I can
just to prove that I’m not
as amazing as your eyes tell me.
Hope, dreams, sadness,
please. just be cool, your eyes beg.
please just don’t do this again
it’s such a shame
to watch a smart girl like you
act so predictably.
Oops
I did it again
I played with your heart
got lost in the game
If it’s come to the point where
Britney Spears lyrics can make
a true and honest statement
then it really is time to do something.
Yet, there is no “oop’s” feeling about it.
I can now acknowledge what I’ve done. Can take responsibility. Can be humble.
So scratch that line.
Your heart is more guarded/protected
Change the lyrics again.
I played with MY heart.
This time, every time
that rush when it starts
pulls me, drives me
makes me frantic
and manic
and predictably searching out
for that which I already had.
(Oct 2013)