Tuesday, June 15, 2010
What If?
It's either red or blue.
Live in search for truth. The search for 'real' truth.
The known.
Red or blue.
Doubt it. Question it. Risk it.
The unknown.
Red or blue.
Live the life you know. What you believe you know.
Or gamble your life on a reality you've never tasted.
Red or blue.
Sunday, June 13, 2010
Dodge
It's time to talk.
The talk you played in your head. So many times.
The one you're still figuring out. The one you can't figure out.
You've been told to speak your mind.
Your mind.
Mind.
Thinking.
No words. Makes no sense.
Even to you.
Especially to you.
Let it wait.
The clock is ticking & no one's waiting.
It's your turn to talk.
Blank.
Friday, June 11, 2010
Your Stand
Too big to fall.
Head hits the floor. Eyes blink.
Things are different.
Looking around. You're small.
Know the right relationship. Between you & the things around you.
Stand up again. And your stand on things have changed.
Head hits the floor. Eyes blink.
Things are different.
Looking around. You're small.
Know the right relationship. Between you & the things around you.
Stand up again. And your stand on things have changed.
Drift Away
Love Shoots
You protect yourself in so many ways until one day you forget the reason. The shot will get to you. It always does. You saw it coming. The universe listens & you were right.
Light/Dark
There comes a time when the feelings that were once so alive freeze.
The feelings of fire, they fade out.
The open heart grows colder & closes up.
You become detached. The touch that you longed for stiffens you up. It's strange.
It reminds you of your guilt. It reminds you of your shame.
It reminds you that you're flawed, too.
It reminds you of the things you accepted when you thought you had no choice.
It reminds you of your pain. That touch is painful. It stabs you in the gut.
That soft touch shatters you. It reminds you that you're already broken.
It reminds you that you've been very wrong.
The feelings of fire, they fade out.
The open heart grows colder & closes up.
You become detached. The touch that you longed for stiffens you up. It's strange.
It reminds you of your guilt. It reminds you of your shame.
It reminds you that you're flawed, too.
It reminds you of the things you accepted when you thought you had no choice.
It reminds you of your pain. That touch is painful. It stabs you in the gut.
That soft touch shatters you. It reminds you that you're already broken.
It reminds you that you've been very wrong.
When You're No Longer In Awe
There's always a way out. Out of this place you feel sucked in. You're not trapped. You know you can make your way out. But you wait. A sign. Sometimes there are no signs. Sometimes that's a sign. Look around. When the beauty disappears and everything looks the same, you'll find it, it glows. That's your way out.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
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