I am becoming much more comfortable with lying. I must be growing up.

 Street lights reflected in puddles on the pavement--second-hand shine

 So this isn't actually a poem about ME, but...

Don't choose now to hush, darling me
Because I won't sleep until I've extracted a promise
Whenever I said beautiful is better silent
I didn't know you'd choose now to take my advice

The sandman dances rings around our bed
But I have told him that far more salt he must alot
To end this rainy season and bring ( Read more... )

 
staring out the window at the world i'd like to join
wondering why the flakes turn to rain before they hit the ground
i make up my mind to leave, forgetting the ashes i'll be
and just go into the cold, into the cold

i can smell December from a mile away
and before thanksgiving dinner was even set
i threw on my coat and discretion to the wind
and out ( Read more... )