Friday, April 26, 2013
Sunday, March 31, 2013
Sunday, March 24, 2013
Tuesday, March 19, 2013
Tuesday, March 12, 2013
dusty jars
the past
is still there
somewhere,
inside a dusty
jar on a dark
shelf.
it sits, in line
with all
the others,
each a moment,
a day,
a laugh,
a tear.
all those bits
there for you
to pull down
and open,
take a whiff,
a little taste,
and live again
in that unreal
space
that is memory.
all of those dusty jars,
that when put
together,
are your
life.
is still there
somewhere,
inside a dusty
jar on a dark
shelf.
it sits, in line
with all
the others,
each a moment,
a day,
a laugh,
a tear.
all those bits
there for you
to pull down
and open,
take a whiff,
a little taste,
and live again
in that unreal
space
that is memory.
all of those dusty jars,
that when put
together,
are your
life.
Sunday, March 3, 2013
blanket of stars
i want to be
somewhere
that lays out
the night sky
in a carpet
of stars before
my eyes
and fall asleep
with the milky way
as my blanket
somewhere
that lays out
the night sky
in a carpet
of stars before
my eyes
and fall asleep
with the milky way
as my blanket
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