Day & Night

Day & Night-pixar
Originally uploaded by whoquis magazine

full of self-doubt
she flounders about
her emotions have ruled her for far too long now

killing the breeze
she breathes on the trees
hoping their light won't always go out

why does she stay that way?
why won't she change?
she asks you the same.

not a hint of distress,
or of loneliness,
i wander carefree through the world, feeling blessed

enjoying the breeze,
the trees breathe on me,
and i never see the lights go out

why do i stay that way?
why won't i change?
don't i see that i
break everything on my way?

when i skip stones
they always hit her eye
when i have fun
it makes the bored kids cry

why does she stay that way?
why won't she change?
she asks you the same.

doubtful truth

Blinded by truth
Originally uploaded by lorrainemd

the age of doubt
crying out loud
not knowing what they cry about
so unsure
let's try one more
pace
toward the face
forever hidden
by my hands
over my eyes
gotta see to believe
even then, it's hard to conceive
that everything you touch
isn't just
an illusion of the mind.
don't you find
that your mind
is too doubtful to trust?
i must be
crazy
to think
i have the right answer
though the evidence points there,
is it chance or
does truth exist
in a way that insists
on existing
the same to all?

put off the games,
let the truth be who He is.

im(perfect)

I am imperfect project
Originally uploaded by Edlondon11

i have a natural honesty;
i think it came with the family.

i reveal my imperfections
far too early on.

i scream them at the top of my lungs
in the faces of those who want to believe my innocence.

and i am waiting for the day,
and hoping it's today,
that a man does not stop treating me like i'm wonderful
for my enormous flaws.

i'm waiting for the day,
and hoping it's today,
that the flaws become the distress of the damsel
instead of the demonizing of her.

because when i fall,
i feel like a little girl.
i need the comfort of a strong arm to sweep me up,
rather than retreat.

please, don't leave just because i'm

im(perfect)

storm by candle light

storm by candle light
Originally uploaded by purpleserenade

the storms pass too quickly,
far too quickly, she cries,
i do not have time to bottle them into a song or a poem,
or even a picture.
you cannot fit thunder into a microphone,
or the feeling of rain on your skin into a bottle,
each storm is special

...my heart is floating in your direction...

Banksy Balloon St John St, Smithfield London
Originally uploaded by Another Partial Success

you're near all i've wished for,
a bit less and more
and all of what i've prayed for,
so stick around to see
if i can be
that to you.

i hope i can keep myself from being who i shouldn't be
for your sake
i want to keep your heart safe
and this is different for me
i don't want it to go away
so stay

yes, it might hurt;
it's likely at best,
so
am i worth the risk?

if you don't let your heart live its life
it will die

innocent

Young love
Originally uploaded by grahamfkerr

innocent love
the scent still lingers
but the cake's been eaten up.
it'll come back to haunt you
as crap

and you'll wonder
at the transformation.

innocent love.
now how did that recipe go?
it'll never quite be the same
but maybe
someday
i'll mess it up
and it'll somehow come out
even better than before
otherwise
my mouth will grow numb
to the imitation
of what was once
thrilling

and we try so hard
to recreate that look in our eyes
but
if you look closely
you can see
the effort,
the difficulty with which that imitation
of the look of love comes.

and the point of that look is that
it is free and easy and painless and innocent.
so where does it come from
when that innocence is gone?

i got a new journal...

I'll Give You All I Can...
Originally uploaded by Brandon Christopher Warren

and here's what i've been writing:
------
missing a face
i've hardly seen
let's listen to coltrane
play
the blues...
after 5 minutes
i could let you in
to my mind
my eyes
my mouth
my heart.
for what?
the feeling of love?
could it be worth pursuing?
any option?
stupid?smart?
close your eyes, close your eyes
------------------------
admiration.
so close.
but there's nothing to be had
for fear
of breakage
------------------------
a first glance tells you you need to meet him
a first word says you ought to be friends
and as soon as his hand seems to drift toward you
you want to be all it ever has.
-------------------
on paper life is dead.
your eyes are where the life is
------------------------
he only knows the joy,
none of the pain just yet,
so he is unafraid of what's to come
--------------------
where did my peace go?
you seem to have ripped it to shreds,
but i'm hoping that's so you can fix it.

pick me up

Knocking on Heaven´s door
Originally uploaded by La ciudad visible (moving my residence to Paris)

the conclusion(for now):
pick me up on your way to heaven,
old departing soul
where i can live forever
in joy, or so i'm told
i've run all the races
not won a single one
so pick me up on your way to heaven
seems like that's a lot more fun

the stream of consciousness that brought me there:
all i want is to be desperately in love again.
but now it's so much more complicated than it used to be.
now i have to think about-- what if we got serious? could i marry him? could i live with him for the rest of my life? is it REALLY love??? well, i can't be there with him, so it won't work.
it won't it won't it won't it won't
WHY NOT
none of those reasons are good enough for me
love never fails.
and we will see that it doesn't.
but he doesn't love me back.
so i must sit and ponder.
and that is all i can do.
i must sit and wonder
if he loves me too
and rot away my life
because i can't forget about him
just take me home to heaven
so i don't have to deal with it