All of my new writings are going on the blog “I Wrote In Blood” — I won’t be posting any new pieces on this (an addictive insanity) — so please point your follows toward the new space.
Sending light. (& keep in touch)
But we’ve changed the location.
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Hope to find some of our old friends again. xo
smile < smiling.
the grass has grown greener, but i forgot how badly it itched.
breathe in
deep, enjoy the moment
for more than,
i’d save all of this and never look back
if it meant feeling content with a motive
content, a word i’ve hated
yesterday raping tomorrow,
nothing but nonsense these days
where have i been, how did i get here?
where have i been, how did i get here?
where have i been how did i get here!
wake up
pinch yourself dear child
wake up
breathing this recycled energy
blindly living, blanket of security
too busy
pinch yourself dear child
too busy
feeding moments, sugar coating
tastebuds losing focus
boycotting surfaces
scraping images
clean
pinch yourself, dear child
leave
and watch me walk away
witness each step i take grow
further and further from
what we once, never had
[i thought we had]
or was it wishful thinking?
but wait,
i’m not speaking of you these days
the you, too busy to
pinch yourself, dear child
free..
free, me from this bittersweet greed
once upon a time we believed in
and i believe, dear child
i concede
you win
or do you?
free.
i’ve been noticing myself saying “i miss this” or “i miss you” or “i miss us” or.. what have you. Everything in regards to “missing” something – but do I really? Or am I merely saying these words to keep connected with a past I’ve woken up from? Life is passing and time and time again I see not only myself but many others, living their life with an “I miss” feel.. Social Networking has become the “checked in with this friend today, so im good for a few more weeks” outlet and in all honesty, I miss the days we just picked up the phone to see what the hell was going on in one anothers life. The days we made plans to meet up and actually kept them.. the days we weren’t THAT damn interested in what was going on in every other persons life but the ones in ours and I “miss” this.. entirely. Friendship or Fakeship? I attempted deleting my facebook account to in a sense, force people to contact me the “old skool” style but.. I lasted about, 2 days.. and had quite a few text messages asking “where the hell did you go” – Whats worse, the text messages freaking out that I left social networking, or the fact that I only lasted 2 days? The internet is great, dont get me wrong.. I absolutely love it, I love the fact that we can keep in touch verbally as well as visually, next door or overseas.. companies upon companies being started, free advertisement, being in the “know” of pretty much, anything.. I just “miss” the intimacy of a one on one conversation on a tuesday afternoon because that was the only choice we had to “KIT”.
random.
i do not miss anything or anyone.
i just miss my ink stained fingertips.
writers block has lasted quite some time this time around
but i slowly feel the emotions birthing words.
i’ll be back in no time.
national poetry month
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