In quiet rooms we find ourselves, the morning creeping through the windows. There are shadows, in the nooks and crannies. And bodies, asleep; we were walking the night before, long and drawn out. The skies were errie then, but somehow, we dealt with it–laying on the wet grass, staring up at black leaves and strange [...]
Monthly Archives: September 2008
We Are The Poets
September 29, 2008 – 6:26 pm
The introspective and the self-aware. The ones who know change and write it, who write change and know it. But we are writing nothing, or at least I am. Because these words catch in our throats, caught like leaves falling matted to the streets beneath skies threatening rain (The clouds are the [...]
Lets find ourselves wandering:
September 15, 2008 – 3:13 am
Tonight’s good for that.
It’s breathless, and husky, and lush. Thick with billowing warm air. If this were October, it’d be cold, but it’s not. So tonight’s warm and the air is October-weather breaking, wanting. You could feel where the cold would come from, but it’s not there, and I’m just lost for ideas, wandering beneath [...]
Our Eyes Are Watching Tragedy
September 9, 2008 – 3:19 am
and praying for avoidance.
The rest of the nation is numb to our crest-falling hearts and the stopping of déjà vu in our hearts and throats; we remember while they forget.
…It’s not convenience that’s made us this way
Emo Kids Wear White
September 9, 2008 – 3:13 am
I wear gray.
And tell you the answers through parted lips, sifting through secrets like they were nights in summer–long and drawn out; hot, sticky with sweat, and memorable.
After we had passed each other, I was walking along the avenue chasing your shadow.