The following was said, after the lights were turned down. After the night had set in, I closed the door and felt the draft. Of your spirit escaping me from within. I walked outside of your old house. Still trying to figure out all of your issues. You left your tears on a thousand tissues. They've piled up on the floor. Next to the crack in the door, where from underneath there was a light breeze setting in.
Don't fall down tonight. Everything isn't all right, but it's not the same as it used to be. You've heard them say these words before. They're just flash cards for you to ignore. Billboards and advertisements on the television set. There's never been a chance like this. It's too much, so much that you can't miss. All lies and camera tricks, smoke and mirrors and mannequins without heads. So close your eyes and go to bed. Dream softly and rest your head.
Sunday, May 28, 2006
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
ships and stars
ships and stars, the view from mars
and all the astroids in between.
the earth looks so small compared to it all,
a boiling third rock from the sun.
hope and dreams, go up in flames,
with your smile they come back again.
though we may never be the same,
we can see the sun through the rain.
and all the astroids in between.
the earth looks so small compared to it all,
a boiling third rock from the sun.
hope and dreams, go up in flames,
with your smile they come back again.
though we may never be the same,
we can see the sun through the rain.
Saturday, May 13, 2006
Death by mini-bar
Tiny voices in empty rooms,
black sheets cover the sun.
Windows baring crescent moons,
a battle with keys gone unwon.
Sitting on the bed,
little bottle in hand.
Head in the waste basket,
mouth parched like sand.
Look at the clock,
tick one, two and four.
Clothes strewn about,
headache raging, pills galore.
Out in the morning,
passing people stop to stare.
Lipstick on your teeth,
and yellow scrunchies in your hair.
It'll all be over soon,
you tell yourself while you smile.
Turn down the music, and the lights,
you'll feel like a human in a while.
Greasy food and a cozy bed,
some place soft to rest your head.
Across the room, sits the empty bottle,
soon enough you start to waddle.
Hour passes hour, the friends begin to call,
already plotting your next place to fall.
Back on your hotel bed and turn to the right,
the mini-bar sits, seeking its prey on this night.
black sheets cover the sun.
Windows baring crescent moons,
a battle with keys gone unwon.
Sitting on the bed,
little bottle in hand.
Head in the waste basket,
mouth parched like sand.
Look at the clock,
tick one, two and four.
Clothes strewn about,
headache raging, pills galore.
Out in the morning,
passing people stop to stare.
Lipstick on your teeth,
and yellow scrunchies in your hair.
It'll all be over soon,
you tell yourself while you smile.
Turn down the music, and the lights,
you'll feel like a human in a while.
Greasy food and a cozy bed,
some place soft to rest your head.
Across the room, sits the empty bottle,
soon enough you start to waddle.
Hour passes hour, the friends begin to call,
already plotting your next place to fall.
Back on your hotel bed and turn to the right,
the mini-bar sits, seeking its prey on this night.
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