Then halfway through the fall I broke your cup The one you used for coffee you could never get enough I went out and bought another and put it right back in its place beside the clock And in December all the questions finally stopped My friends came by while I was out and put your pictures in a box But almost every night I hear the turning of your key inside the lock I will wait for you In neon ...
It's 5 o'clock and I realize yet again that the daily grind has caused me to starve my body. Water boils...splashing over the sides to sizzle on the stovetop. Draining drops on my hands and I drop it watching time spiral away down that drain. Salt a little too much you always said it was bad for me but I fail to heed the advice like other pearls of wisdom I thoughtfully chose to ignore but ...
my muscles harden my angles sharpen i'm taller my bladder pulsates and someone's out there shuffling around the cold wooden floor the cigarette den and its piss stained carpets comes pleasingly to mind the shoes by the couch if i have to go pee alone downstairs everyone's asleep the bus stop's down boulder hwy. and it runs until 1 if i get restless but i fall asleep comfortably then catch a ...
smoke jumper you threw a match in the face of a fire watched the flames of your creation lick up the breast of the gulch crouched in the wake of that premature blaze and prayed that like a jealous lover the larger conflagration barreling towards you would spurn the already burned: in 1949, you brought fighting fire with fire into the mainstream Did you lie on your stomach or your back ...
So yesterday (which was about 20 minutes ago) was a weird day It was Friday THANK THE HEAVENS this week has been the LONGEST week of my life summer school is awful I have to be there from 7:30AM-1:00PM we have a test every-other day and the homework takes me about 4 hours there are a few silvers linings At least I made friends quickly and I am doing OK in ...
take 1: i thought i saw it; the luminous glimmer in his eyes but then he walked away before i could grasp it. take 2: the smell of coffee and sarcasm so bittersweet but then the volume had been turned up and i figured that i was only bored. that time, it was i who ran before i could slip. take 3: time can only tell what is to come. but i'm still wandering with the hands on the clock and...
sillysun22 asked me to post songs that I listen to while writing and/or that remind me of Booth and Brennan. I'm going to start to fill her request by posting songs that remind me specifically of Booth. For some songs, I've added brief explanations. I may add more, and I'll almost certainly edit this post down the line and add additional songs as they occur to me. I've posted ...
She stands by the clock Hoping and wishing to change time "She isn't herself these days" they whisper And who is to blame for her impatience? Maybe It's the grandfather clock? Or possibly the one who is late? Whoever it is does not matter What matters is her ability to cope How many more hours must she waste? Sitting, Standing, Eating, Waiting... There must be a solution to this She must turn ...
I don't care, it's my blog. Anyway. I just came to a revelation, it's very important, because it's been happening every day and I didn't realize it... and that bothers me... Okay, I do the same thing every day of my life, psychologically I mean I do all those normal things like exist, but in my mind, I take the same damn ride every day... and I'm sick of this road trip I'm sick of this ...