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The moment when you feel like calling her so badly,
just to hear the familiar sound of her voice,
and you can hear her smoke her cigarette,
and picture every step, every detail,
her favorite lamp, the fan humming in the background,
the sound of traffic...
from the moment she takes a puff and how she exhales,
and every mannerism which you find both mildly amusing
and are enamored by.

That moment is now, and it's fleeting, and passing,
and it'll be gone soon,
and I can't do anything... but smile;
That I had precious, previous moments, with her.

Good night.

slumber

and I pray my love
to angels above
as you sleep this
night till dawn's early light,
for peace and smiles,
and warmth for miles,
from me to you and
yours to mine,

I'll sing a song
and before long,
asleep, your head
on my chest...
and if time would stop,
this moment I'll keep.

to hold you
tor a minute more...

i N u

I love how you see
the good things behind this broken shell
and how you keep telling me
it'll be alright
when I keep saying it isn't and it is,
most times, but you make me strong,
so I can make you strong,
and you push and prod me along,
I do the same,
and we stumble and trip
as we tread along the tracks,
not knowing where it is we're going.
And I love that we know what we want
and what to do and still fumble about it
and we fall and we fall
and we pick ourselves up
but there's still a mess
and you're here and that's good,
I wouldn't change that if I could,
the you being here part,
but the mess oh in a heartbeat I would.
I love...

obliviousity

Sometimes I don't have a clue,
or simply lose myself in being
completely oblivious.

What's real is us,
hanging by a thread.

in(time)ate

it's always the case
just when it seems all ace,
i'm out of the race, it seems...
no pit stops, only mangled bits of an old worn stock car.

I'm driving out;
in your direction.
Pull me over...

nibbled

lunch. me+you and then some. 

and some more. and more...

watchaperiodseriesforhoursonend&yourdictionbedicky

Mind is reduced to mulch

and sleepless eyes gaze back,

absent, empty, dull,

the light has gone from pupils

once adorned by light now faded.

I lament not, such thoughts have no room this hour.

A mere salutation to wandering eyes

that chance their sights in like direction.

Salutations all around.

Today, this fifth day,

I would to make merry

and partake of drink,

and wine, women for sport;

such is the world, but I decline,

not out of loathe or disdain, but

by default and lack of choice, for the now

does not permit.

Nor would I take into mine arms for mere leisure alone.

this heart beats but for one.

silly words, perhaps.

silly words.

volaticus

So I wanna write a new chapter.
There's more to look forward to, hereafter.
Don't want it to be the same old same same old,
like today, it ain't gold,
2nd week of the 2nd month,
a day before the 2nd day.
happy hearts, chocolates, smores, chocolate smores.

Envision, on a mission, to find some sort of consistency,
new vocabulary, a new word, a day, something new to say,
word play.

plus one, you're on my list,
top of, no less,
no more mess,
on top of me, or me behind,
I'd be glad to just spend time,
long strolls, breathless, walks,
hop on puddles, make funny faces,
cook a meal.

happy happy happy,
it's all anybody ever needs and deserves,
no soap opera drama nonsense,
Switch the channel if we could.

Things are looking up for me.
I wanna see the same, for you.

Love, love, love, love.
happy hearts. happy hearts.

fourwallsred

home.
where exactly is that?
It's where the warmest and most fuzziest
of sensations make themselves known
in ways so profoundly overwhelming,
only biblical events could eclipse them ten-fold.

I want to have that.
That sense of home.
I feel the longing in the damaged pits of my
once ethanol charged gut.
The longing of simplicity and love.
Of love.

The image sold so shamelessly, and affordably accessible,
recycled paper printed, on greeting cards and
technicolored after-effects saturated tv and sappy romantic movies
and yellowing romance novels with the
classic guy and gal posing exaggeratively embracing
in sensual eye-lock;
The happy couple, and their manicured gardens, and
their 9 to 5 lives, and after dinner tv, and adventures under the sheets
only to be interrupted by the baby monitor.
Doesn't seem like a bad deal, really.

I'd like that.
Can I see that with you?
I'd like to.

Cheesy as it sounds,
I'd want to have anything a glimpse, a glimmer,
a peephole view, hidden cameras, heat sensitive monitors.
anything that would hint of a future.

I've always been afraid to see that picture.
You know, moving on in life together.
Wasn't the punk rock thing to do.
But even the punk rockers have kids and a family.
and better dental even.
better fucking dental, who'd have thought.

One thing rings true, and I'd like it to change.
For the better, for good.
I'm starting now.

I'm right at home with you...

Feb 9, 2011 11:33:17 PM

sentiments...
it's never easy.
...never fucking is.

I'll see you maybe probably possibly soon maybe somehow

goodbyes.
for a while.
Too many if-only's.

everything will be alright.

Here's to you love.

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Breathe, Transitions EP by Embrace Them Ghosts:

What have you done?What have you seen?What have your heard?

Don't let them come to you 

Desperation is seeping into your veins,don't let it be.

You're not alone,for all i know.

Just breathe in deep,to tame your soul,and everything will be alright.

I will race against the time to reach you my friend as this could be your last breathe drawn.

Just hold on!

Promise me you will hold on,just hold on.

Pull me away,make everything alright(And everything will be alright)

Just touch your heart,just one more time tonight(And everything will be alright)

Don't die on me tonight

Bring back the light into your eyes

Bring back the light into your eyes

Step away from the edge,step away now.

One day,you will reach home.

Not by your hands,only by His hands

Pull me away,make everything alright(And everything will be alright)

Just touch your heart,just one more time tonight(And everything will be alright)

Everything....be alright

Everything....be alright

Everything....be alright

Everything....be alright

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1/17/11draft

Dearest,
pieces are scattered and we pick them up,
rubber gloves, gently with pincers, tweesers,
so fragile...
put them back together, like a puzzle,
see what it looks like, whole.

I'd like to see it all come together.
We both know we're more than fairweather.
For good or not, who's to know,
piece it back together for it all to show.

ruffles

maybe we should be, maybe we shouldn't...
Who's to know? Who's to know?
Come rain or snow,
don't matter should wind howl or blow.
I'll go, I'll go...
this path, I'll go.

sleeplesssleeplesssleptless

words long left unsaid,

undid that box,

hurt me, you, mostest,

I broke something today,

I don't think I'll ever fix.

goodbyes were in order;

In the midst of all the chaos,

a truth rang true...

Me.
Love.
You.
bittersweet.

whatwegotitswhatwegotitswahtwegotwegotwegotwegotwegotweusourselves

Wherever we turn,
and how badly we burn,
inexplicable and unfathomably,
we still yearn...
for a night or two, or three,
possibly.
those me and you's...
and as the night fades away
and gives in to day,
we lay, silent, not still,
no, not still at all.
me, you,
against the wall;
as close as can ever be,

hold me, tightly...

push and shove,

I have you still, love...

I still have you.

Two sticks gone and twenty more to go,
maybe I'll stay, maybe you won't, who's to know?
and that's what makes it all worthwhile,
there's paths to tread, two hundred thousand million billion yards...
a mile, and a zillion more...
gets you thinking, it's prettily worth fighting for.
And that's a hell lotta shoes.

Let's have us a smoke, or not,
and welcome the unknown,
the unfolding, the end of the plot.

thereoncewasaboywhowantedtobe,buthefellandhefellandhefellandhewas...

Yes, I'm sad
It's driving me mad, love.

driving me mad.

milesmilesmilesmilesmilesmilesmiles

one of a few reasons I've left to keep me from stifling a frown.
You'll have all of me should  things pull through if fate grants us that.
I promise.
I dread the inevitability of all this,
and it's torn me up inside and there's nothing left...
but your smile :)

farawayboys,farawayboys,away from ya now,i'mlyin with mysweetheartinherarmsi'll be found

truth is absolute and it's absolutely true

that the realness of it all, me and you

we should not, never, ever misconstrue, 

the fact of the matter, my not having... 

to bid thee, my dearie, with bleeding heart so heavy, 

adieu...

for now.

and how do I go about,

to make do without...

You.

I miss, and I've kissed 

and held and felt;

Wasn't our time...

I miss your gaze.

the intensity of a gajillion neon lights in your eyes.

pierce right through, and you stake your claim

and no one messes with you :)

It hurts me to bits,

and we have to start over,

one without the other;

We cover our tracks as we turn our backs

 on hills green and gold that now make stories of old.

I digress,

as pictures play in my head once more,

red walls, and teeth and skin, and tongue and sweat and tears, and blood

of the heat that two share in the dead of night, under starless sky,

we lay, entwined, there, laid bare. 

and thereafter as we lay to slumber, 

I meet her gaze, and she, mine...

10 seconds; a constant repetition in my minds eye,

a masculine flaw, or gift, go figure...

I have but flashes, and thoughts for none save one.

kringles

I'm in a good place with you.
Now.
Every ounce of lost sleep,
 to be, deep, in and with each other.

I'd have it no other way,  to spend a day, two nights,
3 weeks...
Smiles for miles, it's been while.