Saturday, March 27, 2010

Play It Again, Salmonella

...I carried white lies so far they changed

colors, I held tantrums in my pocket

a long time, before I actually threw them.

I was born with dynamite in my chest.

Some days I wish the real me would would stand up

and shout table for ten, por favor!

I'm an emotional cripple, putting

his best crutch forward. My heart is a child

clutching his breath underwater. I know

these buttons don't control anything

but I push them anyway and pretend.

I'm a card carrying member of a canceled party...

-Jeffrey McDaniel

Monday, March 8, 2010

You Never Had Control

There are some men in this world that take your breath away simply because they exist.

Their smiles like blue sky and sunshine.

Eyes like a library. Quiet and dark. Comforting and full of interesting thoughts waiting to be learned.

Hands that make your heart cry because they forgot the precious cargo they're carrying.

They're beautiful.

But the thought of them doesn't bring a smile.

They feel more like cold rain without a jacket. A silly mistake.

They resemble driving a car too fast around a gravel corner. Out of control.

But then again.. with these never had control.

Saturday, March 6, 2010

Why so black? I need white. I need yellow and red and green, I need blue and orange and brown. I need the colors of life...proof that there's more in this world than just me and the t.v