and now

When the pot gets too still, I stir it up, stir it up. For no other reason I stir it up, stir it up Will I wait till the ground is rubble To turn around and leave Until it is a wasteland? All upturned, all death. Will I wait till all is dead to be…

a few years ago

There you are I see now How faraway we were from each other How I would’ve never been able to reach you From where I stood  I would contact you Just to say I’ll always hold you in my heart and hope good things for you But you’ll probably interpret it the wrong way Want…

a saying nothing

Skyline I couldn’t have dreamed up myself – what was it I dreamt about last night? Still looking for a home, can’t get it out of my head. Honest? Writing too quickly. Wait for it. She wrote about birthing suns. Counting grains of sand. I write about some endless search. If I made writing my…

voices loudly in my head

i haven’t been writing so i haven’t been able to become concise, still, i’ve been missing the thin line of meaning. i haven’t been writing so i sleep with voices loudly in my head and wake up with voices loudly in my head. I experience and am filled with feelings and thoughts bouncing to and…

“answers”

i thought i had answers on saturday my answers were different by saturday night and completely lost by sunday i woudn’t change this, but what feelings should i have about the temporary nature of answers? tradition would be nice if i believed in fantasy less. passion would be nice if i believed in fantasy more everything…