Tag Archives: dissapointment

Notes

18 Feb

Orcas: Until Then

The notes we leave

to remind ourselves

and others

we tried.

What else can we do?

I don’t know a hero.

I know those who

took what they were given

and made something.

And I know those who

took what they were given

and took their leave.

Some souls don’t weave.

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The notes we leave

to remind ourselves

of others.

We tried.

What a simple clue.

Of our friends and foes

I don’t know who

Is still alive and thriving,

and made something.

And I don’t know who

wouldn’t take what they were given

and make a home.

To stitch and sew.

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I am’s and chores.

6 Nov

I Want Wind to Blow: Microphones

You say, what sweeps me off my feet?

I freeze. Febreeze radiating. Debating.

Something like the hand glance, toe dance

coffee table barefoot sorta.

Passion vs stability.

Are you going to change the world from

the bus? It’s a clear bust to try to.

In flight is when your feels are real.

You land, you keep the lid on it.

One scene gleaned from the reel inside.

Everyone died. I lied. Still, not PG-13.

You showed a pic of the sun so

serene. Fire met dust so passionately.

I’ve dust for days but fire’s contained.

Where did it go?

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Move

25 Oct

The Suburbs: Arcade Fire

I’m moving past

all the thoughts that I had

and cycles that seemed

never to end.

I’m here to amend

every inch of thread

spent in haste

of not wanting change,

because how could I gauge

what I had? The rage

inducing scene where I

leaned over in laze.

I couldn’t make the case

for not treading in place

but never again.

Never again will I

see through copilot eyes.

No more tying the ties

conjured by ease.

I stand seizing the yoke.

Every urge, every joke

of a crave, now broke.

I’m moving past.

Moving on into the end.

Every moment spoken.

No restart. No try again.

I’m moving past.

Moving on into the end.

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