A collection of thoughts. A conversation with no destination. Milk and honey. And the dirt that came from the fallen pot plant... The rest... I leave up to you to decide what to label... Stereotyping is fun... or so 'they' say...
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
The windows are down and now we can breath again...
Midnight on the blinding platform of subconscious....
Midnight.
Metro platform.
Bright lights.
Telling me of the film "You & I".
Giving me the rundown in detail.
The soundtrack... with Mt Eerie, was the highlight for you.
Our hands gripped tightly the whole time.
Each train went past with a flash of blinding light.
The trains never slowed, not enough time for the passengers in the speeding carriages to see our silhouettes.
You talked and talked... more than I'd ever think you would.
And then silence.
It was stark against the emptiness of the place... bar one person, who
had been listening in on our conversation, for what reason I don't know (saved him from a pre thought out death)... Perhaps it was to get a glimpse into the lives of people living in the wrong place at the wrong time.
I kept on falling in and out of consciousness.... wanting to go back there... keep living that scene, to see where it took us....
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
An Escape.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
A Faint, Yet Enabling Heart.
A hurt heart on it's behalf,
I’ll hold onto it, beating in my hand… erratic, jumpy, and it’s changing time.
There is no control, and there is no remedy… we just have to wait…
We can’t always be all brave-face-friendly, we are not always walking on a dream.
We start choking on the words that are trying to come from our mouths, and then they sound like words no longer.. they form animalistic, from deep inside, we cry.
The blanket we tried wrapping around it came loose, and now it's cold….heart frozen, I can still hear it beat, but faint. We are scared.
If only we could build a cave, line it with a warm embrace, and sleep through all of this…
We’d wake on the other side, and the worst will have past…
...but instead we are hunting, for a safe place to hide, with ashes in our eyes...until the volcano stops it's bellowing...
Friday, September 17, 2010
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Lost in Translation
We started off so peaceable, and perfect we were...
And then the mist rose, and we were carried with it for a time...
And then with slow but sure steps, we ended up on each others toes...
Lost ourselves in the translation of different lives....
Hitting the drum, and losing our rhythm...
How badly we want, and how awful we are.
With scratching fingers on each others backs... and screams....
Struggling for breath, amidst the hands covering each others faces..
Fighting for the others attention, a never ending war...
And as we lay there all broken, bloodied and bruised...
We nurse each others battle wounds...
And then we are gone.
Monday, May 31, 2010
Quarter past 11...
I whisper to that someone: "We've got hours to make a scene...so kid, let's keep this one clean". We're in this together, hands tied tightly way down low behind our backs....and with that I forget about the car door, the floor and the street sign saying "slow"...