15

the time's, they are a changin'
give it time
time is on my side

amazing how a clock can be so inspirational

my timeline is dragging on...
but my time here is running out

i don't know how to embrace my future while i'm still holding tight to my past
but -- there's always time, right?

power vs potential

dazed
a static of rainfall outside the window
the tap/tap/tap of boredom
escapes from my fingertips
rousing me from thoughts so deep inside
that i cannot charm them back
for show and tell with my conscience

i decided to be happy today
(apply the secret)
... my will be done...

every action/reaction a decision
for me to make
(has this always been the case??)

.instinct be damned.

reset

we just keep on believing in true love
seeing hope in strangers
painting pictures of imaginary soul mates
with each new friendly face

a phase that nearly passed me by
(hero worship)

i'm a fool for dreaming -- i know better
and although i speak the cold reality,
these 'what ifs' storm my dreams
assaulting a lonely heart

marco?

marco

marco??


... marco...


it seems they've stopped looking for you.
sit there - chewing your fingertips into bloody nubs.

*perimiter check complete*


who needs to run away when you can disappear so effortlessly?

midnight ramblings

in moments, i find you've taken up residency in my mind
i wish you inspired me more
i would write the score
to a perfect love story for you and me
we could become
the you i see
and the me you think i should be
forever beginning happily

you tempt me with your cheshire grin
you're keeping secrets again
wear your veil of mystery - it suits you
while you bait me with cinnamon riddles
i'll be singing my way back home
to the tune of

allowing my scars to introduce themselves
this one went to the market
this one stayed home
and this one fell victim to the hope-filled dreams
of the child within

sinning again

call me (crazy)

i am of many names. many faces.

i'll answer to what you choose to call me.

but do not call me brave. this vision you have of me. i believe it to be inaccurate.
you see me as a dreamer. an optimist.
stubborn enough to prove them wrong... (yes)
willfull enough to make it... (yes)
confident enough to accept no other alternative... (oh, oh no)

when you see me standing at the foot of this mountain, looking up
taking my deep breath.....
i love you for seeing me as a thing of beauty.
i thank you for casting such a soft light around me, enough light to make me look strong

i only look forward with such enthusiasm, my darling
because i'm too afraid to look to my past

there is... there will be... no going back.
i must succeed. i don't know how not to.

moving on is moving up

you distract me
with the pressure of a leaky faucet, you infect my brain
a most exquisite torture

you are beautiful, and you know it
but inside your shell is a shy little creature of passion
toying with words until they break a heart
drawing the heavens more accurately than the gods themselves

sing again, my darling
for me, for us
create the sounds that close my eyes,
that stop my breath and quicken my pulse

make my distraction worthwhile
my need to be right about you is growing
feed my desperation
teach me how you need me to love you