Saturday, August 22, 2009
Summer Skin
New changes ahead. This is getting pretty ridiculous. I'm guilt ridden. I should be else where, but I need to be here for now. I need to be excited. Its just hard with all this confliction between my head and heart. Hopefully it will get better though. Paitence, come find me. Open mind. Moment to moment. Priorities don't need to be set in order. They all co-exist. they all need to be dealt with. Maybe I'm just anxious, maybe I'm just not commited. I can't procrastinate anymore or make excuses. I need to make things happen. Monday monday monday.
Monday, August 17, 2009
Place.
Hillside.
Tall grasses.
Come to me sweet new breeze.
I need you love.
I'm locked out again, you have the....
Come to me tall green trees
I need you now, to compromise me.
I wish we did not blink, because you need to know,
there is nothing but darkness to waste and faulseness to show.
wither weather will come, but may it never make faint.
We're almost to the ocean now, skies thick like paint.
Reflections in water will always glisten, though as night comes mere speckles
We won't wait, but be... skin tarnished with freckles.
Hands age, but never texture will souls.
Enriched in lives, these sights and leaves of golds.
Why was this bridge built to fill time?
There is nothing but endlessness for the sunlight to shine.
Tall grasses.
Come to me sweet new breeze.
I need you love.
I'm locked out again, you have the....
Come to me tall green trees
I need you now, to compromise me.
I wish we did not blink, because you need to know,
there is nothing but darkness to waste and faulseness to show.
wither weather will come, but may it never make faint.
We're almost to the ocean now, skies thick like paint.
Reflections in water will always glisten, though as night comes mere speckles
We won't wait, but be... skin tarnished with freckles.
Hands age, but never texture will souls.
Enriched in lives, these sights and leaves of golds.
Why was this bridge built to fill time?
There is nothing but endlessness for the sunlight to shine.
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