We're frozen in time, you and I,
a limbo of sorts so we can ignore
the inevitable that must happen.
There's no space for movement
for even the slightest disruption
will cause the ice to crack and melt.
My embrace is futile and desperate,
but eventually our frozen fingers
will slip from each other's grasp.
The icy cage inside my mind
won't thaw until the summer sun.
So those memories will stay until
one day the prison melts away.
it seems that i alternate between two states exclusively: melancholy and bitchiness
Monday, March 22, 2010
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I'm not ready to say goodbye
the summer sun has not come by for
I know my tears will dry eventually.
So until then,
please wait for the winter to pass
with its icy cold rain so I can
walk with you in step under shelter.
Wait till spring comes with flowers
and when they start to wilt and die,
only then will I lay my heart to rest.
the summer sun has not come by for
I know my tears will dry eventually.
So until then,
please wait for the winter to pass
with its icy cold rain so I can
walk with you in step under shelter.
Wait till spring comes with flowers
and when they start to wilt and die,
only then will I lay my heart to rest.
Monday, March 8, 2010
Wilt
We were a beautiful bud just beginning to unfurl,
the days seemed long and stretched ahead of us.
Our hands would entwine like the vines beneath us
and we blossomed into brilliancy among the others.
Laughingly we ignored the dust that swirled around
but now I know the truth that must approach us
with an ever fastening pace as the days slip away now.
We will wilt away, you and me, as surely as all roses do
and all that is left of us will be nothing but dust.
the days seemed long and stretched ahead of us.
Our hands would entwine like the vines beneath us
and we blossomed into brilliancy among the others.
Laughingly we ignored the dust that swirled around
but now I know the truth that must approach us
with an ever fastening pace as the days slip away now.
We will wilt away, you and me, as surely as all roses do
and all that is left of us will be nothing but dust.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
Suddenly everything has changed
You promised that you'd try to care still
but each and every time we meet,
I can see the light dimming away slowly,
leaving only shadows on the footpath,
a ghost of what we used to be.
I'm sorry that I don't want to let you go
but I know that when we finally part
there will be only scar tissue left in my chest.
So let me hold you close just one last time
before your warmth disappears forever.
but each and every time we meet,
I can see the light dimming away slowly,
leaving only shadows on the footpath,
a ghost of what we used to be.
I'm sorry that I don't want to let you go
but I know that when we finally part
there will be only scar tissue left in my chest.
So let me hold you close just one last time
before your warmth disappears forever.
Friday, March 5, 2010
Happy 101
My thanks to lovely Luxi, whose wonderful blog (http://pretty-preoccupied.blogspot.com/) keeps me constantly wishing that I
a) could write as well as her
b) dress as nicely
c) had the money to buy some of those dresses that she puts on display
;) But no, I do appreciate the award :)
As it is, I don't have ten people to nominate. So everyone who reads this can consider themselves nominated.
The rules are as follows:
1. Thank the person who gave you the award
2. Name 10 things that make you happy
3. Pass this award to 10 other blogs and inform the winners
Onto rule number 2...
Contrary to what impressions you may have formed of me as a result of reading my dreary poetry, I am a happy person... (this does sound like a confession). Anyway...
1. Sharing a steaming hot white chocolate mocha from Starbucks with someone on a cold day and eating the top layer daintly with those wooden stirrers
2. Rain at night... I rather enjoy hearing the gentle pitter patter of rain on the roof...
3. Waking up on a Thursday morning. And a Saturday morning.
4. The quietness when one wakes up early on a snowy day and there is no one about... just a layer of fresh snow over everything you can see
5. Baking. The process and the planning of what to make
6. Walking through a field with blue skies above and there is no one nearby, so one can sing as loudly as one likes
7. When you finally look in the mirror after finishing your preparations for a ball
8. Knowing that friends are on their way over to have a talk that lasts well into the evening, full of laughter and conversation
9. Finally playing a piece of music on the piano correctly after weeks and weeks of practice
10. Walking hand in hand with someone... especially on a rainy day underneath the same umbrella
a) could write as well as her
b) dress as nicely
c) had the money to buy some of those dresses that she puts on display
;) But no, I do appreciate the award :)
As it is, I don't have ten people to nominate. So everyone who reads this can consider themselves nominated.
The rules are as follows:
1. Thank the person who gave you the award
2. Name 10 things that make you happy
3. Pass this award to 10 other blogs and inform the winners
Onto rule number 2...
Contrary to what impressions you may have formed of me as a result of reading my dreary poetry, I am a happy person... (this does sound like a confession). Anyway...
1. Sharing a steaming hot white chocolate mocha from Starbucks with someone on a cold day and eating the top layer daintly with those wooden stirrers
2. Rain at night... I rather enjoy hearing the gentle pitter patter of rain on the roof...
3. Waking up on a Thursday morning. And a Saturday morning.
4. The quietness when one wakes up early on a snowy day and there is no one about... just a layer of fresh snow over everything you can see
5. Baking. The process and the planning of what to make
6. Walking through a field with blue skies above and there is no one nearby, so one can sing as loudly as one likes
7. When you finally look in the mirror after finishing your preparations for a ball
8. Knowing that friends are on their way over to have a talk that lasts well into the evening, full of laughter and conversation
9. Finally playing a piece of music on the piano correctly after weeks and weeks of practice
10. Walking hand in hand with someone... especially on a rainy day underneath the same umbrella
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