i am

i am ...
the product of my shattered environment
so that makes me broken.
unidentifiable.
a poet with no words.
painter with no brush.
singer with no lyrics.
i lack the instruments for perform my craft,
i am empty handed...empty hearted.
where do i go from here?

sunday

 

acoustic sounds (as if i know what im doing)

green tea

homework

keep on.

intrigue is my personal aphrodisiac...so keep on with your slight glances and simple grins, because it deepens my hunger to learn you...and encounter the darker parts of you.  i want to know you over and over again...each time finding something new, making me wonder 'whats next?'  and with that walk of yours, i love following behind you, watching you move and I've decided that i have fallen in love with the back of your neck.  i find myself smiling for no reason other than the thought of you.  so please, keep on...i cant wait to not know everything about you so that you allow yourself to keep my intrigue in tact.

(to be continued...)

gibberish.

i love the eclectic style that is your being...and just your breathing is enough for me
(random thoughts)

if the world stopped...

if the world stopped spinning today, and we were all thrown forward, would that change things?  would you feel like you missed out on something and needed to grasp onto it in any way you could?  would you question choices you made?  would you declare your love or regret ever investing it in the first place?  would you start thinking about how much you should have done? 

if the world stopped spinning today, i would hope that i could bump into you long enough to tell you i love you again.  i would find a way to make the world spin, so that we could have more time, more forever...because we are infinite.

I wish I could stop time, even if only for a moment, so that my reality can catch up with my daydreams...and with that time give just enough pause to rebuild what has been broken...heal completely so that only faint scars show to remind me where I have been and justify my strength....(Random thought)

gibberish words

i wonder if my words are heard or just noises that leave my lips and go unnoticed...breath wasted on pointless expression because when my body aches and my heart cries you turn a blind eye and a deaf ear to excuse yourself from having to care...to pretend you didnt know i am broken...

*random thoughts