Thursday, June 24, 2010

This is a bad fucking dream

And Ill wake up and none of this ever happened.

Friday, June 11, 2010

There's something

That no song can translate. No poem could tell you more beautifully. No message in a bottle would get to you fast enough. Telephone calls won't do it justice. I'm full of love and joy I just hope one day soon I can see your face and tell you. Good news can wait.


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Thursday, June 10, 2010

We need to be angels for each other, to give each other strength and consolation. Because only when we fully realize that the cup of life is not only a cup of sorrow but also a cup of joy will we be able to drink it.

words of your summer





I was standing on the ledge
of a twenty-four story building.
I was breathing in every dream. Every hope. Every story. Every word of your summer.
I exhaled all my doubt. All my concern. All my confusion. All my worries.
I closed my eyes and saw nothing but you.
I opened my eyes and told myself not to look down.
I looked down.
I saw the roads and paths of which I had lead my life up until that point.
I saw every option. Every decision I had ever made. Every tear ever cried.
I took in a big breath and screamed till my lungs shot out.
This is beauty. This is real. This is more than appreciation. It's more than an argument.
A hug. A song shared. A laugh. A hand held. A quick minute where both eyes are met.
I took it for granted.
I stood on the ledge for years.
The only way down is to jump.
How the fuck did I get up so high?

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Home

Is wherever i'm with you.



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Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Oh and

Hello tan lines. What's up abs!




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What does it all mean?

I wake up in the middle of the night upset and alone. I'm confused and weary. But it makes perfect sense since I go to bed alone. I wake up and have tiny bursts of words and phrases injected into my head. Never full stories. Never full poems. Just words and lines.



I want to open your pages and read all there is to read about you. I don't want your education but rather your knowledge.

You





It's only easy because we're strangers.


Everything is a discovery.


I wonder if I knew you before in another life. Things might be different