Monday, December 24, 2012

Journal

Pages of words, go flying through the air
Letters and musing, in a language I don't care
People who dance through this atmosphere see
Nothing as they stample pages underneath.

Swirling, swirling, colliding all around
Life, love, death, black - colors abound
Laughter, conversations, quotes and sorrow
All a reminder of last year's tomorrow.

You.
You try to take it away.
Rip through the pages.

Destroy my dreams,
Burn my secret things,
Tear me apart.

You.
You think you have me.
Know all my secrets.

But, I will live on -
In the journal of my heart.

Monday, February 20, 2012

Ha. Life. Work.
It's seems like I've turned off thinking and have been trudging in grunge mode the past two years.
[Acute observation.]