we sit here with lenses focused
making wishes on light long since extinguished
stars burning out at the turn of the sky

we sit here with lenses focused
searching for the answers
ignoring the signs

we sit here with lenses focused
rebuking the hindsight
covering one’s tracks

as heaven comes crashing down
was it all you hoped it would be?

3-25-13

home is always with you
and with you
the music follows
but sometimes
its creators do not follow
not for long
sometimes
they fall behind you
left only with the memories

writtenseconds:

when i was
in the peak of my youth
a pretty little thing
told me that
life is like a blossoming flower
beautiful and delicate
and to be cherished

but I knew better..

life is like a card trick
a magic show
mesmerizing
and backhanded
captivating
to the ignorant
and only understood
by the wise and well-educated
well
“educated”
and yet never fully comprehended

you wouldn’t want to spoil the magic

3-20-13

hey guys, if you didn’t hear, i’ve set up a separate blog solely for my writing from now on! please check it out if you’re following for my writing (which is awesome if you are!). any signal boosting would be greatly appreciated!

Hey guys, I’ve decided to move all of my past writing to a writing only blog. I’ll be posting all new writing there as well. Check it out!

these thoughts
and these words
spoken from the depths of dreams
have changed
my mind and my heart
listening from the cusp of salvation

for that
i am forever indebted to you

3-6-13

each moment
remaining unfinished
can’t catch my breath
swayed by whatever moves me
can we just slow down the spin of the world?

a focus feature perspective
on the here and now
pulling up a chair
at the gratitude cafe
before it’s too far gone

so sing me to sleep
grant me the serenity
to pass on guided wing
and finally open my eyes
to make it through the dark

3-6-13

pull up a chair my darling

tell me your what if’s, and why not’s

spill your heart out

until i am drowning in your cares

there’s room for an anchor

so lay your burden and set sail

i will guide you

through the jagged rocks

and the waves of self-doubt

easily swayed at times

always swimming with sharks

you need not worry

you may rest easy

and travel 

safe and sound 

through the night

3-2-13

I hope that one day, my writing can be half as good as Gibson’s writing is. And I understand that each writer is different and whatnot, but there are even so many writers on this website that have incredible talent.

If you are a fan of poetry and are not already following unsaidunknown and frithen, then I am truly sorry that you are missing out. Please give them a look.

In the eye of the sky the night bent down and sighed,
and said with a smile, to the wind as it cried:

“Your tears form the oceans and as with the tides,
time forms the tears that you cast from your eyes,

your salt forms the land and the earth becomes mortar,
which dictates your path with direction and order,

as rivers lay softly asleep in their beds,
you cry with great plumage from violet to red,

as you to your sons and as you to your daughters,
I’ll keep gentle watch over earth and its waters,

and as much as you control the ebb and the flow,
as sure as the currents carve pathways below,
as swift as the tides rotate from high to low,
that’s as swift as you came and as quickly you’ll go.”

-Christopher James Ruff (of Kaddisfly)

i have no words to express

i have no emotion to write

i have no answers to question

is this a failure?

please

would you leave the light on?

What’s the damage, stranger?
It seems your nine lives are up
before you got out 
of the blocks.
Isn’t it a shame?
Rendered flaccid 
and indignant?
Somber.
Patch-up job.
Whatever happened to what’s his face?
The star-crossed lover.
Did he get himself in too deep this time?
Or did he simply move on
to the next notch on his post?
Isn’t it a shame?
Rendered flaccid
and indignant?
So tell me.
What’s the damage, stranger?

2-8-13

Warning signs.
The placement of curtains.
Stray shards of broken glass.
The time and the place of it all.
Unyielding.
Relentless.
Confusion.
Demise.

2-5-13

Thunderstorms in January

Homework earns for tax returns

Nothing makes sense anymore

…

Thunder in winter
Homework into tax returns
Nothing makes sense now

1-29-13

How simple it is
to think that a North by Northwest shift
may alter the current of the leaf upon the wind.

How precedented it is
to believe that one
may succeed in committing the unprecedented.

How common it is
to dream that revolution
may turn the tide of misfortune for good.

How like a fool it is
to hope that the written word
may make a difference after all.

1-28-13