Clear

5-27-08

I want you to get it.
I apologize that we have been a bit –blageau (cloudy) [unclear] translucent.
 
Come into these words. I want you to understand them.
You may misconstrue, misread or misinterpret; just don’t neglect to get in it.
Feel it to its full comprehension.
Let your fingers sink in the substance and dig around.
 
Because I really want you to feel,
I cant let a chance to touch something solid pass us by.
 
When I write I always want it to be significant,
I like when it rocks my perception—makes my thoughts open up.
Sometimes I just let the words run wild.
I skip back to it and I’ve just realized you have no clue what I’m talking about.
 
I think you need to feel it too.
I’m not looking for a shared experience…I guess I’m just looking to share.
 
So take my apology for every over-thought apostrophe, every idea so surreal Dali couldn’t paint it. 
It’s more important that you are touching it than passing your eyes over top of big, insignificant words.
 
“Draw me unto you and we will run together,”
I will be clear and you can really get it.

Clear

Because I forgot to post in January

Courtesy of fanpop.com

Courtesy of fanpop.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

1/29/11

Quite the month of shit and giggles

Sex and crying (the other way around though chronologically)

And you.  No other real hearts this time.

January. And I think you were kind of pretty

The snow fell hard on you and every morning we got scared of its beauty.

But I like the two hours to sleep in so I’d say “be scared” and then you’d run away

And I started running a little bit to you.  Again.  And..—

Again and.  And—

Again and again and again…

And again.

And…and…and…

And again?

Again(and) again!(and) AGAIN!

…and again.

And—and—and—

Again, and.

Again—again—again

Again.

And—

Snow bites.  All packed and ready to throw.

Snidpits.  We share one color and then I go.

Buttons.  “I had too many, you had three”

Slush boots.  I walked them over, just for me.

All different people but one is me.  January safe in a word, a line, a person; what’s more is still me.

I Want Community

Courtesy of Kings of Convenience

Courtesy of Kings of Convenience

6-6-07

So I want that–

the album art of Kings of Convenience incarnating itself in my disconnected days.

I want the touch of a person beside me breathing,

creating a place where my day to day gets noticed.

Not independent, but connected, wholly needing, completely wanting just to touch, just knowing someone is there, that we care about more then just our “faith”-which has turned so cold in my arms.

Bring me the blanket of broken relationships, the warm tears of connected imperfection

the incomparable beauty of unconditional acceptance,  the real smile in loving the only way we know how.

–Desiring relationship.

Hoping that a genuine relationship is more than just an old wives tale,

Caring more then just the next laugh, or the comfortable flow of non-confrontational conversation.

I want to touch, I want a crash, I want my pieces to be broken and mixed in with yours.

I think the cuts might heal us both.

Stop my individualistic bullshit, I want community.

 

Mistake

5-24-07

I always tell myself live and learn when I make a mistake.

But am I really learning if I keep making the same mistakes?

 

 

Why do I screw up all my relationships up?

or they screw me up.

 

 

I think I forgot how to sit

-the art of doing nothing.

 

 

Come back to me España,

teach me how to listen, how to breath again.

 

 

I’m so picky about my friends

yet I want to be friend with everyone,

why is that?