Saturday, August 21, 2010

Shades of Gray Turn Black


The shades of gray turn black. Lonely and empty sounds of night. Of ships leaving their harbors. The rippled and broken waters of the past. Slowly become less disturbed as the journey fades.

Moments thought as beacons. Are divided into two distinct marks. Little souvenirs that move across a continuum. From the sentimental to mere nostalgia. From something shared into self defined.


The sounds of night amplify. So loudly through the song of loneliness. So resoundingly through the mirror of solitude. Through the strangeness of the movement. From blinding pain to sedate contemplation.


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Saturday, August 7, 2010

Cold Reconciliation



I buried a heart. a heavy piece of cold stone. ravaged earth in the backyard. a hole 11 years deep. the spade is a line of time. reading with the last marks left blank. the last pages are so blank. and light just trickles through bare limbs. down onto this vacuum. the space that occupies a life. is to remain uncorrupted. so uncomfortable to play pretend. new beginnings or some other bullshit speak. supposing some things not meant to be. they just play themselves out. a burning fuse that drizzles out and dies. lights that turn themselves out at night. taxing the circuitry. a sad backward glance at the scene. casting a backward shadow on.