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To Hide
behind beautiful hands
to see through
tainted fingers
Shall we always lose
controll
and slide far
out of sight
benieth
blue tinted skies and
pink
tainted promises
when we resolve
to do that which is
most difficult
we must live in
Agony
for a while
like the breathless waves
on a breathing beach
*********
PATTERNS POISONOUS
REPEATEDLY DISAPPOINTED
IN SELF SO
DESPARATE
IN DESPARATION SO
~UGLY~
OF FEAR COME DREAMS
IN DREAMS ARE OUR LIVES
TO LIVE OPEN AND
POSSIBLE
OR TO HIDE BEHIND
LIKE WALLS
-IS IT QUIET
WHEN YOU CLOSE YOUR EYES?-
Ugliness as a pattern
a pattern as an excuse
to be the lesser of the evils
in this wallowed
evil world
****************
Still in my sleep my arms reach
out to hold
but are only met with
bitter emptiness
& half dried tears
that stain the pillows
and burn my cheeks
raw
and alone
**********
Hmm, what to say, what to say. A new year, my goodness. I haven't rambled in this interesting journal for quite some time, it feels like. I've been rather good lately... my stomach has been improving, and getting stronger, and I may be going to florida, hawii, and italy this year. I have a PT appointment tomorrow, which is long over due, and afterwards i'm planning on meeting emma in town. I'm not working, though i'm studying more... it still leaves me with a lot of spare time in which to go stir crazy and draw pictures with lots of lovely charcoal smudges.
We've had a lot of ice up here on the hill recently. Lots of skating-rink like roads. Lots of frigid wind. lots of chilly noses. But no snow... all our snow is gone or transformed into unsightly and treacherous lumps of ice. Michael shoveled off a skating rink on the neighbors pond, which is very exciting, but i'm still so far away from skating it makes me quite as sad as happy to watch him swooping around proudly on his new hockey skates.
behind beautiful hands
to see through
tainted fingers
Shall we always lose
controll
and slide far
out of sight
benieth
blue tinted skies and
pink
tainted promises
when we resolve
to do that which is
most difficult
we must live in
Agony
for a while
like the breathless waves
on a breathing beach
*********
PATTERNS POISONOUS
REPEATEDLY DISAPPOINTED
IN SELF SO
DESPARATE
IN DESPARATION SO
~UGLY~
OF FEAR COME DREAMS
IN DREAMS ARE OUR LIVES
TO LIVE OPEN AND
POSSIBLE
OR TO HIDE BEHIND
LIKE WALLS
-IS IT QUIET
WHEN YOU CLOSE YOUR EYES?-
Ugliness as a pattern
a pattern as an excuse
to be the lesser of the evils
in this wallowed
evil world
****************
Still in my sleep my arms reach
out to hold
but are only met with
bitter emptiness
& half dried tears
that stain the pillows
and burn my cheeks
raw
and alone
**********
Hmm, what to say, what to say. A new year, my goodness. I haven't rambled in this interesting journal for quite some time, it feels like. I've been rather good lately... my stomach has been improving, and getting stronger, and I may be going to florida, hawii, and italy this year. I have a PT appointment tomorrow, which is long over due, and afterwards i'm planning on meeting emma in town. I'm not working, though i'm studying more... it still leaves me with a lot of spare time in which to go stir crazy and draw pictures with lots of lovely charcoal smudges.
We've had a lot of ice up here on the hill recently. Lots of skating-rink like roads. Lots of frigid wind. lots of chilly noses. But no snow... all our snow is gone or transformed into unsightly and treacherous lumps of ice. Michael shoveled off a skating rink on the neighbors pond, which is very exciting, but i'm still so far away from skating it makes me quite as sad as happy to watch him swooping around proudly on his new hockey skates.