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Saturday, 12 August 2006

  • save me

    she's an addict for dramatics,
    wishing each wreck was her own,
    so that he'll come back to
    untangle the messes she’s made.
    each thrill, each mistake holds
    the possibility
    of seeing him again,
    of being carried away,
    of being saved.
    so she steps into oncoming traffic,
    swims under crushing tides,
    flies with broken wings,
    always waiting for deliverance.
    danger is free and easy,
    but rescue holds no guarantees.
    still she tests fate,
    waiting bound in ropes
    tied by her own hands
    as the train charges,
    rushing full speed.
    all she can do is pray,
    hoping that
    underneath,
    theres someone
    worth
    saving.

    Currently Listening
    Colour the Small One
    Breathe Me
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Saturday, 05 August 2006

  • astray

    what makes us come back
    to this fork in the road,
    weather-worn and overused?
    we take expected roads;
    we map out our paths so
    we are never led astray.
    yet, our paths cross once more...

    a sign marks our convergence,
    describing the destinations
    of questions, yours and mine.
    it tells of roads that contradict and
    run close,
    so close.
    yet, we

    diverge.

    that's the trend.
    each meeting is a collision,
    splitting us
    apart
    like ripped-
    seams,
    so we are
    mangled beyond recognition and
    repair.
    the memories leave
    scars,
    scars that embed
    themselves
    like footprints,
    running south into the heart.

    so what makes us come back
    to this fork in the road,
    weather-worn and overused?
    my only response...
    i’ll be seeing you soon.

    Currently Listening
    The Meadowlands
    By The Wrens
    Happy
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Tuesday, 27 June 2006

  • war of the worlds

    two armies march into doom
    not knowing what fate loomed,
    of a violent fight lacking art,
    of battles raging in the heart,
    of a war dying to consume.

    two sides ready for the attack,
    each to slash, to push back.
    shouts roared from the inside.
    one beat solemnly shouted,
    "adhere to reason, not doubt!"
    passionate was the reply,
    "embrace emotions to stay alive!"

    so the fierce campaign endured,
    with clashing like angry tides
    and yet, no ground procured,
    no arrest for the rancor inside.
    every struggle dragged on
    as fire exchanged everlong.

    but as quickly as it started,
    the fighting arrested in my heart
    for a voice shot straight into my ears,
    right in rhythm with falling tears,
    and robbed my arms and fears.

    what did the silence impart?
    the beginning of a new start
    or of some restless truce,
    preparing to save the accused
    from carrying a guilty heart
    but maybe,
    just maybe
    yet another war is to be seen




    at the end of you and me.

    Currently Listening
    Powder Burns
    By The Twilight Singers
    There's Been An Accident
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Monday, 26 June 2006

  • let's play

    the hope for
    a win, win situation
    wanes with each contusion.
    i know when the pitch is thrown,
    there is no turning back
    the tide
    of emotions,
    rushing the field and
    crushing every defense.
    you, the rival,
    will manage to
    spin,
    duck,
    and
    dodge
    every advance,
    determined for domination,
    always staying atop the fray.
    in this little game we play,
    victory is an illusion.

    but when push comes to shove and
    all that’s left is going down,
    i still
    choke
    and
    fall
    to
    you,
    all just to feel the rush,
    to get caught up again for
    one
    last time




    in this little game we play...
    Currently Listening
    Eyes Open
    By Snow Patrol
    Chasing Cars
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Monday, 08 August 2005

  • volcano

    fiery words
    erupt
    from your lips,
    to spill forth,
    dripping,
    on those tensions that
    tightly entangle us.
    they melt my resistance,
    leaving liquid questions
    no longer dormant.

    hands ignite nerves;
    you shake me, sending tremors
    to envelope our struggle.
    oh, these flashing eyes capture
    my mouth,
    suddenly too hot and dry,
    dry like ash
    and apathy
    and
    empty of a reply.

    when the dust settles and
    all is said and done,
    i'm left frozen and hardened,
    just grey,
    grey just like pompeii's
    final goodbye.


    Currently Listening
    Hopes and Fears
    By Keane
    Bedshaped
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