still life?

and so we contemplate
and analyze
follow every line.

we criticize
and ponder
how would you draw this differently?
would you change anything at all?

does the way the light
hits the paper
change the way
the artist intended us to look?

we drink our mochas
and wonder.

and wonder...

the image forever changes
as we imagine everything this piece could be
but at the end of the day
when our cups are empty
and the lights go out
and the sign says 'closed'

it is what it is
and always will be

a sketch pad
a flower pot
and you
and me.

half way to nowhere.

remind me again why i count numbers backwards for so many seconds of too many days waiting for the moment that will never happen as long as my eyes remain open.

maybe i should just...

sleep?

.

Fast Car

So I remember when we were drivin',
Drivin' in your car,
Speeds so fast I felt like I was drunk,
City lights lay out before us,
And your arm felt nice wrapped round my shoulder,
And I, I had a feelin' that I belonged,
And I, I had a feelin' I could be someone,
Be someone, be someone.

I am sitting on my front porch. All I see is a moth fluttering against the yellowed light; a flickering shadow, larger than life. A beetle drinks from a worm.

And a million stars that go on forever...

My feet move and I startle myself. I dont know if I should go inside. Or if I should sit here and wait. Though I dont know, exactly, what I am waiting for.

So I wait for the worm to dissappear. And the beetle to walk away. For the moth to settle. I tuck my feet under myself. Its just me.

And a million stars that go on forever...

You got a fast car,
Is it fast so you can fly away?
You gotta make a decision,
Leave tonight or live and die this way.



[Tracy Chapman - Fast Car]

spring break.

i dont want to play
schoolyard games
i scraped my knees
too many times
band-aids leaving
sticky squares
around the scabs
and remind me of the
bloody mess
you pushed me into.

truth or dare
i tiptoe when i play
hopscotch
shooting marbles
bouncing balls
catching jacks
and jills
and bills
and bobs
lets not skip rope
to the rhythm
of this song
lets stop singing
this song
that skips

listen for the bell
go back to class
listen
learn

i've graduated.

mind your PQs

how will i get through this day? this *light* at the end of the tunnel is shining so bright that i can't see what's right in front of me, right now! my brain is leaking... i can feel it. drip drip drip. it fills my mouth. a taste i've never had before. or maybe i have. i can't remember.

it tastes like clover
and honey
and wine
and licorice

*superfluous* thoughts shoot from my mind
lazer beams
shining greens
strobing bright
flashlights
explosions

its only 2 o'clock.

getting back on track
i see obstacles ahead
at two fifteen
and regular intervals thereafter

i think i can
i think i can
i think i can...




~quiver~

silence is violence

we stay silent
to spare each other's feelings
which, consequentially
hurts even more
not knowing
gut wrenching
digs a pit
impossible to fill

say what you mean
mean what you say
don't linger...

the truth may hurt
but the silence
is violence
.