Spinach_Martyr's Xanga

i miss your hand

Tue, 14 Nov 2006 03:37:07 GMT

i miss your hand
with mine inside

the impossible

Thu, 21 Sep 2006 02:17:17 GMT

please understand...

the songs in my heart are sad.

to hear you struggle is a pain

that flinches, then bites, then sears.

i know...

i am not justified by my tears.

to make you struggle is a sin

that puts callouses on my heart.

what i meant was love;

what i made was hurt.

can you forgive me?

(i am asking the impossible)

Story

Sun, 17 Sep 2006 20:05:35 GMT

I have a story to
tell the world.

At times, it quivers
and flickers like candle-flame;

Other times, it
will bead up and run
like blood from a cut.

My prayer is that
I will have time to tell it,

And that is what urges me on.

To live;
To try;
To tell.

railroad

Sun, 27 Aug 2006 03:03:14 GMT

in a dream i walked the tracks
with someone i had never met.
(because you can't be alone on a journey
like that.)
the trains went by and the smoke
billowed black.

we'd camp that night;
we carried packs.
just a jacket on my shoulder
and a bag at my back.
(because you travel light
on a journey like that.)

everyone else
took the bus.

those who travel best--travel light.
even through the night
when the sky
billows black.

only a little

Mon, 14 Aug 2006 02:00:30 GMT

like the world's smallest hole
in the world's saddest heart

(from this world of questions unending)

Wed, 09 Aug 2006 04:34:12 GMT

how long can i hide?
(from this world of questions unending)

the peace process
the origin of species
the two-party system
(you have to have the facts straight

and it seems to me that everything
i say ought to be silenced, for)
i was wrong
all along.

this is the part of me that
doesn't want to grow up.
this is the part of me that
(sinking quicksand ever so slowly)

i cover my ears and curl up on the floor.
it's wretched;yes i know

but so is all the screaming

eyes open tight

Tue, 08 Aug 2006 03:39:08 GMT

and i know you'll be shouting
once i'm off the line,
but i'll hide away here as if
i were the one being
shouted at,

eyes open tight
water lodged inside my throat.

my watch is breaking

Mon, 24 Jul 2006 00:53:13 GMT

my watch is breaking.

i can feel it slowing down,
and the tick-tick...tick
becoming slowly sick.

when all is done, and
all has run its course,

we find ourselves looking back
at what we thought was yesterday.

when all has run its--coarse--

race of vermin.

what do the wise men say?
after time has broken down
like a volkswagon on the interstate--
after my watch stops ticking
which proverb do they instigate?

i think maybe the one
about turning back time

yeah switchfoot

Sun, 18 Jun 2006 00:39:17 GMT

you stop trying to be cool when
they're up there.
you start moving anyway.
song beat one beat two
it's all how you move.
and their vision breaks division
between me and you.
free concert,
what are the odds?
switchfoot playing in my home town.
music pumping out like gold
and shaking the underground.
listening ears growing deaf
that's all we need, is another excuse
not to live.
to open up our souls to the microphone
in exposure to the world, and freely give.

friday

Sat, 13 May 2006 02:24:48 GMT

stupid
juvenile
you should have known better anyway
no it's your fault
no it's mine
no shut up leave it alone
it's better off that way forgotten
(you say you care but
you don't you don't you don't)
shut up
shut up
(stop being so vicious
juvenile
stupid)

it's not his fault it's yours
materialist
pessimist
(no that's
not me)
the me undeserving
of his words or the poetry

so why am i still waiting
(why did i think you were even going to try)
i was fine
i was happy
and then this
and then this
--and then
it can't be right no not like this
is it me? is it--who speaks
with telegraphic words
and speech im-
paired
impartial

and pages
and pages
of love give way to
frustrating sadness
frustrating
frustration
(just stop just stop just make it)

please