You think you know a girl.

sometimes I look back at the things i've written and realize i haven't written a thing. it's all garbage! rejoice

I've known myself to lose bits of time. It happens more frequently at times, like now. The sun was shining, it's dark now. The smell of asphalt and trees. I left work at the door. The things I have time for dissolve into the things I haven't done. A cardboard heart caked in wax hangs above me. Buddy Holly sings about his one desire. It's always you.

Bring me back.
I remember the sea of possibilities
and I remember the echoes of darkness--
the echoes of silence.
The ocean of books. The ever-present
crow

and the one disguised as a petrel.
No ordinary petrel would have done the
dastardly things this one did.
But a crow...crows are smarter than
petrels. Perhaps not so much as the
albatross, though I'm sure they're on similar
planes
of existence. Thought.

I'd like to think like that.

It's time to take a stand.

Vote 2012

Your voice
is
UNHEARD.

so is mine

You know...
it's pretty pretentious
to exclude someone from
readership. Who are you
to say who gets to read
and who gets to respond
and who understands and
who will never know the
feeling and who can see
into your soul and mind
and who sits outside of
the house, just looking
in, hoping that someday
they will have a chance
to regain what they may
have once had, somehow.
Who are you to accuse a
person of anything that
you don't know yourself
unless it is just being
human? What else can we
say? What else is there
at all? What boundaries
can we manufacture that
will unite us? Dividing
ourselves will never be
the answer. We are one.

This excludes you

Sometimes I wonder--

if I were to start falling apart,
piece by piece,
as I walked down the street,
would anybody stop to pick me
back up? Would anybody

even notice?

There is a disproportionate number of times
that I sit down to write and feel the urge
to write the word "Listen."

Listen, I understand that it's inappropriate
to start every piece one writes with the same
one word mandate--
BUT WHY SHOULDN'T I?

I need your attention somehow and
God knows you won't
give it
to me
unless
I
ASK

DIRECTLY

FOR IT.

Off with you.
Leave me for the fishes --

Forget the songs you have learned;
there's only one thing left to sing of.
Sing only of what will (we'll) be,
when we finally learn to love.

Chopsticks

A good friend once told me...
a lost friend...
lost isn't the right word...
a friend that has gone out to sea,
waving her arms frantically as I
stood on shore wondering what happens next,
- at this point,
this could be about anybody. It's probably
you -

that the only way to write is to keep writing
and never stop.
- the possibilities are still endless,
and it's still probably you -

so off we go.

You don't know how often I begin to write here and then delete it. It doesn't work.

Русски!

Здрасте.
Как ты поживаете?
У меня всё хорошо.
:)

Vinyl makes the world spin.

And as for you,
Ninth,
das meisterwerk von Ludwig Van--
it was you for which the Lord
created sound.