good night

Oh the way your breathing soothes. I heard it late, as I came in. Something so simple gives me comfort and warmth, your breathing. I will always stay near.

Blueberry Muffins(in progress)

The chipped black polish on my toes. It paints a picture of our foes. Oh how I wish, they were pink today.
And the way we shed our clothes haunts me like nobody knows. All these things, thay stand in my way.
One day we'll look back and we'll see, our love the symphony. Buty you and I were just percussion.
Vulnerable. Quiet rooms. You were one I had to lose. I bet you never felt this way.

You are a swan song, bound to go wrong. I could've stayed.

yellow

Sadness can be all consuming and listening to memories hurts, yellow and soft. I cry, it's all I can do to get rid of it then when it's done it's done. Am I the only one?

childhood or something like that

My new theory is that no one escapes their childhood. By this I mean that no one grows up to be a perfectly balanced and happy individual, I believe that we all carry with us something from our childhood that makes us somewhat screwed up. While some have issues far greater than others, everyone has them and they all stem from childhood, from a completely alcoholic absent mother or just an anal overly protective one, they all screw us up. This theory causes me to look at people in a whole new light. Instead of calling my ex an ass because he broke my heart I'm questioning what happened in his childhood that turned him into a commitment phobe. I mean when I honestly take a look at the people I'm closest too, I can look at their pasts and pinpoint the very thing that causes them to be a certain way to day, it's fantastic, scary and depressing all at the very same time. So next time someone does something to make you think "Wow that's one screwed up person", think again, you might forgive them, cry with them, comfort them, or possibly run from them.

Life's Little Let Downs

Just when you think you've got it all figured out, Life slaps you in the face. If it isn't one thing it's another and I wish I'd just wake up when it's neither. My name is Irony and I'm always around, waiting for the perfect moment to destroy your day, possibly your life.

all in an elavator

I sit in the lobby, and I'm alone. The elvator doors directly across from me open with the familiar, bing. No one's inside. There's no doubt in my mind that this event took place directly in front of my eyes for a reason. It gets me thinking. Thinking about how elavators are really just holding cells, one of those few places where life gets put on hold until the next floor's business meeting or sale in the mall. It's strange, strange to think about how they move people without people having to move themselves,or do they move people in more ways than one?

Beauty?

You have to wonder, how much do I destroy? When you look at something vast and beautiful you have to ask what was it like before me? Before this? Before people and their ideas, how great was it before it needed to be "preserved"? In my awe and wonder there's a faint sense of sadness because I know, I know there's an end. A point in which everything comes to deterioration. This is the point that your pushed into however, where you must accept. Accept the fact that your here in this moment staring at something of great beauty and it's breath taking. Right here, right now, and your experiencing it, taking it in, somehow preserving it in your mind so that no matter what it's been or what it will be, it will always just be. In your mind, the way you see it now, hold on to it.