Friday, June 29, 2012

I remember when I met him, it was so clear that he was the only one for me. I always knew, right away. And as the years went on, things got more difficult, we were faced with more challenges. I begged him to stay. Try to remember what we had at the beginning. He was so charismatic. Magnetic. Electric. And everybody knew it. When he walked in, every woman’s head turned. He was like this hybrid, the mix of a man who couldn’t contain himself. I always got the sense that he became torn between being a good person and missing out on all the opportunities that life could offer a man as magnificent as him. And in that way, I understood him. And I loved him, I loved him, I loved him, I loved him.

Main Entry: everything but
Function: adverb
Date: 1598
: very nearly : almost

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

You said to "be cool" but,
I'm already coolest.
I said to "get real",
Don't you know who you're dealing with?
Um, do you think you'll buy me,
Lots of diamonds?
(Yes, I also brought my gun)

Tuesday, June 26, 2012

I have forgotten your face, I no longer remember your hands;
how did your lips feel on mine?
   Because of you, I love the white statues drowsing in the parks,
the white statues that have neither voice nor sight.
   I have forgotten your voice, your happy voice; I have forgotten
your eyes.
   Like a flower to its perfume, I am bound to my vague memory of
you. I live with pain that is like a wound; if you touch me, you will
do me irreparable harm.
   Your caresses enfold me, like climbing vines on melancholy walls.
   I have forgotten your love, yet I seem to glimpse you in every
   Because of you, the heady perfumes of summer pain me; because
of you, I again seek out the signs that precipitate desires: shooting
stars, falling objects.

Pablo Neruda

Stephon kissed me in the spring, 
Robin in the fall, 
But Colin only looked at me 
And never kissed at all.

Stephon's kiss was lost in jest,
Robin's lost in play,
But the kiss in Colin's eyes
Haunts me night and day.

Sunday, June 24, 2012

Heavy hung the canopy of blue
Shade my eyes and I can see you
White is the light that shines through the dress that you wore
She lay in the shadow of the wave
Hazy were the visions of her playing
Sunlight on her eyes but moonshine beat her blind everytime
Green is the colour of her kind
Quickness of the eye deceives the mind
Many is the bond between the hopefull and the damned.

Friday, June 22, 2012

Who're you going to tell when the repercussions spin?
Showing off your *** because you're thinking it's a trend.
Girlfriend, let me break it down for you again.
You know I only say it because i'm truly genuine,
Don't be a hard rock, when you really are a gem, baby girl!

It's unsound that I know that.

Thursday, June 21, 2012

"You know, I do believe in magic. I was born and raised in a magic time, in a magic town, among magicians. Oh, most everybody else didn’t realize we lived in that web of magic, connected by silver filaments of chance and circumstance. But I knew it all along. The world was my magic lantern, and by its green spirit glow I saw the past, the present and into the future. You probably did too. See, this is my opinion: we all start out knowing magic. We are born with whirlwinds, forest fires, and comets inside us. We are born able to sing to birds and read the clouds and see our destiny in grains of sand. But then we get the magic educated right out of our souls. We get it churched out, spanked out, washed out, and combed out. We get put on the straight and narrow and told to be responsible. Told to act our age. Told to grow up, for God’s sake. And you know why we were told that? Because the people doing the telling were afraid of our wildness and youth, and because the magic we knew made them ashamed and sad of what they’d allowed to wither in themselves.
When a song stirs a memory, when motes of dust turning in a shaft of light takes your attention from the world, when you listen to a train passing on a track at night in the distance and wonder where it might be going, you step beyond who you are and where you are. For the briefest of instants, you have stepped into the magic realm."
That’s what I believe.
— McCammon’s, Boys Life

Saturday, June 16, 2012

I walked away from you with a smile on my face, not because my heart wasn't breaking, but because it meant my secrets would be safe.