...ergens...

2009-09-30

Hij vroeg, 'Wat zoek je hier'. 'Wat ik hier zoek?' '?cht contact... niet het gemaakte of beleefde contact... niet het oppervlakkige contact of de oppervlakkige diepgang. Dat ik vast gehouden en getroost word... opdat het niet meer zo moeilijk is... en dat ik het weer een beetje snap...' antwoordde zij midden in de nacht, huilend, aan een plaatje van een man met een zonnebril ergens op een strand...

Fix it!

2009-09-15

Someday Ill feel no pain Someday I wont have a brain Theyll take away the part that hurts And let the rest remain Fix me Fix my head Fix me please, I dont wanna be dead Black Flag

Make a move

2009-09-14

I'm at the end of my ribbon again For those who own to apathy You had the perfect opportunity But pled the Fifth and walked away For every one thing we're ignorant of A thousand more things beat the maze, yeah You saw the apple hanging on a tree But missed the orchard in your gaze I'm cautious of who I would call a friend Who you aquaint is who you are The darkest hours are when we choose a side So make your pick and take a fall Oh! Say something Make us proud Cast the first stone Say any anything at all

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2009-09-11

Easy to be taken with everything you?re saying Make us perfect and say it all again But if every single second?s killing Tell me I?m dreaming I?ll sleep it all away Tear me from these complicated questions Taking all the empty spaces inside me I don't want to hear these simple answers Tell me i'm dreaming

Schism

2009-09-08

I know the pieces fit cause I watched them fall away Mildewed and smoldering, fundamental differing, Pure intention juxtaposed will set two lovers souls in motion Disintegrating as it goes testing our communication The light that fueled our fire then has burned a hole between us so We cannot see to reach an end crippling our communication. I know the pieces fit cause I watched them tumble down No fault, none to blame it doesn't mean I don't desire to Point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over To bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication The poetry that comes from the squaring off between, And the circling is worth it Finding beauty in the dissonance There was a time that the pieces fit, but I watched them fall away Mildewed and smoldering, strangled by our coveting I've done the math enough to know the dangers of our second guessing Doomed to crumble unless we grow, and strengthen our communication Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion...