Only Escape.

I shake off the heaviness in my head.
I push myself a little harder toward something I'm not sure that I want.
Sleep drags at my mind.
My only escape.

Swallowed in the Sea.

Passenger seat tears unnoticed,
there is no comfortable silence.
People talk without saying much at all.

Everytime I find a way to feel whole again, it slips away.
Kind of like You did.

Nature's first green is gold.
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf's a flower.
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So eden sank to grief.
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
- Robert Frost

Death is at your doorstep, and it will steal your innocence, But it will not steal your substance.

I looked in the mirror and thought 'Good enough'.
It seemed strange to me how people have organized the world.
When it was already laid out before our eyes.
How freedom is sometimes a contradiction, materializing with consequences.
When the price of what we want gets in the way of how we feel about it.
I wont allow myself to become limited.



The Reward for conformity is that everyone likes you except yourself. -Rita Mae Brown

Within arms length.

No one else has ever made me feel so many different emotions at the same time. And each time we speak I can taste a little bit of how much you used to love me. And each time we say goodbye I remember that it can never last. I realize that you're everything I'm not. That you can grasp the world in a way I will never be able to. And to think that I never knew you were so great, when you were right within arms length.

Fresh

January seems so long ago.
I am becoming more and more amazed by the snow.
And light and people and disease and death.
I'm learning not to be afraid to ask questions anymore.

We treat mishaps like sinking ships.

Those innocent eyes that are confused with love and hate.
That will grow up in fear of sleep.

I guess we'll always be the kids who will take chances even when we have everything to lose, with the faith that the ones we're up against won't take it all away.

Shake the Dust.

I sing along to this poem like it is my favourite song.
Full of flavour and freshness.
Enjoy.

Semi-fresh Eyes.

2/11/10
I remember that because of her I learned to live a little more.
It's strange that one time she said I was a friend she would never forget, but now I know that's really not up to her. And I pray that it comes back to her.

"I'm starting to believe the ocean's much like you. Because it gives and it takes away."


2/12/10
I dont know if it is true, but I think maybe it's better that she doesnt remember those painful things and the people in the past. It was too much pain for her to carry. God is helping her start over. Helping her to remember what matters. And to look at things with semi-fresh eyes.

And if you say that there's no truth, and who cares, How come you say it like your right?

Februrary

Stop trying, and just do it.
I like being a part of this world.