Sunday, August 20, 2006

What Pain. all has clearly left, and the dust which rises while you walk away is nothing more. the house is not empty, only clear of all. pictures are not faded, they’ve reached their limit of light and blown out like you i am aware and let things past for what they’re not. we dream pain, no need to live it. what use is sorrow, in this world. pain is a conscious effort, constant in it’s intent, leading loud parades of soldiers to their knees. Pity’s Held Hand. he stayed out of it for longer than necessary and stood head down, eyes closed screaming out. staring at his heart, she stopped for a moment before stepping over. on her way seems easier to him. -Peter Hayes

A Stand Still. a small dose of disdain, a coarse emotion without emotion. discarded memories lasting without want nut in need. righteous intention burning bright beside all natural light, good for nothing where nothing is certain. restless eyes meet no warm welcome, a steady collapse of all light. still music goes on and on, and drags behind it’s merry song. once laughter, an easy substitute, now the joke is turning into you. it preys on gentle hands to wear raw. it prays gently for everyone’s place at the table. you really make no difference. it’s now time to set the table. a strange sound corrupts a playful passing. words will change nothing but the will to forget the past and remember it’s frailty. i was left standing without a place to go back or ever forward to. what a worthless dream, showing no action just in love with justice for none. still a proof of life, a life pushed to one side without the other. i stand corrected and challenged then collected. it’s been too hard to forget what cannot forgive. a loss too much in love. on and on, spend and spent all in the same breath, an equal cost for all left to bear. what fools are they that come with hands open and mouths shut. -Robert Levon Been

Saturday, August 12, 2006

I'm about to be 20 years old in a month and the world around me is horrible.

Thursday, August 10, 2006

To the modern lovers:
I give up. I'm ready to be heart broken.