Sunday, November 18, 2007

after test girl

There was a girl dancing as I left my test, She was innocetly, ockwardly dancing. Like A child not sure how the moves go, doing them corectly, just small, Wearing a hoodly jeans and a smile I loved her. Not in the lustful sense, or the casueal moring sky, no but as in a longing for simpler times, simpler purer things, that Wanted for her to be real, real the way I saw her there, but there was no way for me to find out w/ out shattering the dream, but I have the memory of her forever daninging to the killers (under the gun) to keep me content till the grave claimes me.

Sunday, November 11, 2007

Friday Night Lites

I called to be friends, to check up and just make some small talk, nothing much expected just a bit of information and a kid word. I got the information but felt burned and cast aside. There are a thousand of excuses and reasons for the conversation to have gone the way it did, not much said nothing much felt, but burned I still feel. Know not why a small spark could scold my thick skin, but scold I am. Anger was never my suit and rational never a stranger. Clam is in constant companion, but she seems to have stepped out. Maybe it's the intrigue of it all? Thoughts were thought to be understood, actions w/ in reason, but logic had a loop hole. Words where spoken, things where applied, shock grasped my tongue and words damned my mouth. The conversation ended and the blood spilled. Now bleeding that I am, I apologies for running your shirt. I've misjudged before and will do so again, just more spilled milk. To know I've been hurt wish to let them know, but that's simply inviting more pain, fool my twice. Then again who wishes to mistrust.

The sorrow that no one else care about.

The angels that I see dancing around are breath taking. I see their face and hear their voice, yet I want their soul. The sweet smell that accompanies the fairer gender is divine and strokes the passion in me, but if she has none? What good is a heart if it doesn't skip a beat every now and then? What good are the silk skinned ladies with soft eyes and a warm touch, if I reach for the feelings not the form?