A heavy stone skimming across a mill-pond.
The sound of half a duck quacking.
Saturday, March 17, 2012
When the universe Is a wall What is on the other side?
Love is like lightning Sudden and undeniable It heats you up inside And messes with your heart And if it ever goes away It leaves exit wounds
Saturday, March 03, 2012
Depression Is the wall you build With your own bones So that you can be safe
The funny thing is We fill up with emptiness So that we won't drown But when you're full of empty It only ever pulls you down.
It is the flower Hiding against the rage of days Afloat upon the water's cold That tight into itself is curled Keeping safe inside the dream When at last its petals show And the light is ushered in Only then do people know That there's people to be seen.
By the still, wet, glistening eye You kneel And hold the hand too weak to work In letting fall the drips of soul I find A tearing that has made me whole.
He sometimes tells himself, It's just an everyday But he never seems to find inside The words he always meant to say He's at home when the sky falls down Puddled feet, muddled mind, Head too high to find the ground
They say this thing weighs But 9 pounds A pack of simple twitching Running to keep up with time.