Wednesday, February 14, 2007
I don't mean to disturb you.
The words that flow form my mouth mean nothing.
They are static to your ears.
I'm sorry this signal is weak.
My wiring isn't the greatest these days.
The picture was too blurry and I couldn't see, but I've adjusted the settings and you're coming in loud and clear.
Now I can see what is happening on the big screen.
I stare in amazement as I realize just how wrong I was.
I've wasted your precious time and for that I apologize.
I think you get the picture and I'm sorry for the confusion.
PLEASE CONTINUE WITH YOUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED PROGRAMMING.
Saturday, February 10, 2007
miles and miles
there's no destination
no time limit
I am running and my lungs are screaming
my heart is beating and if I stop running now
I keep passing the same people
I see all the same things
I'm starting to think I may be running in circles
My body is aching
my lungs are screaming for more air
but I just can't seem to fill them up
Fear overwhelms me as my muscles tense, stretch and burn
Where am I going?
How long do I have to run to get there?
It's then that I realize...
I'm running absolutely nowhere
I'm so tired
and I think I'm in last place
last place in the race to nowhere
It takes everything
just to do this simple task
it takes a special knowledge
a certain skill
to achieve what seems unachievable
robbed of breath
and head aching to the point my skull might crack
I have to do what needs to be done
and it's an art I'll never perfect
I don't need brushes
acryllic or canvas
I don't need pencils or paper
but I might need tape
because the art of giving up
tears me apart
Sunday, February 4, 2007
Why can't things be like they used to be?
When everyone was happyor at least they seemed to be
Why can't we smile like we used to?
but now there's nothing I can do
and I'm sorry I can't be there for you
Why can't you hold my hand?
as we dance to the music of this old band
I'm sorry I just don't understand
You're the only thing keeping me alive
I don't know what to do with these thoughts
All of them send my stomach into knots
Coffee and cigarettes remind me of you
and I swear I really don't know what to do
I miss my best friend
and it feels like the world is about to end
I'm no good at rhyming
and this is definately not the best timing
for all these thoughts
and for my stomach to be in knots
I'm missing you
It's the most terrible thing
but it's so amazing
I haven't smiled like this in a long time