Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Diary entries I discovered #2

Little lies of yesterday,
A white sheet,
Plain, bare.
Purity in the thoughts on spree
A life lost in being free

Come with me and share my lies,
Ill pinch you just a little bit,
You'll scream, just right.

Diagonal Dreams
Backed by a sorry promise
Come with me
And see the storm
Ill help you lose yourself
In shadows long.

A dance on fire
Truth's eternal satire
Come with me
Into a space hollow
Ill push you deep inside
But never follow.

My own life
I always thought
Had so little to say
But when the lights are off
And the mind restless,
Sleep evades me till the day.


I shut my eyes
Really tight
To squeeze out
That last tear
For you.
Turns out that now,
I cry with my eyes wide open.

Remember the time
I smiled with a straight face?
Your eyes looked at me
With a question,
which you then forgot.

Friday, March 9, 2012


Sometimes, post a conversation, just one, you begin to see it all.

And then you look back at yourself and the memories seem to lack depth. And the dreams? Well they just seem foolish.

It's in one of these moments, that you learn to prioritize. And re-dream.

You don't like your new dream. But you've got no choice.

So you live with it- the new dream and the faded patterns of all the old ones.


Thursday, March 8, 2012


They twirled around in a straight line
Gathering moss, losing their mind.
Beads of sweat on a lonely conscience
A nervous laugh
And an empty shrine.

The lovers who lied
The clowns who cried
The mountain top devoid of a song
Half forgotten lyrics,
Worth more than a dime?

An imagination coy,
An epiphany, too many?
Give them wings
They'll make you fly
Far enough, but away?

The lovers lied
The clowns cried
The dark sunlight
Half remembered lyrics
The ego blind.

Remember the time?
The timeless? Not really.
Straight lines
Tangential memories
The joy of missing the point, completely.

They were no lovers
Just liars, guilt free
But the clowns?
Oh they cried,
So hard, you could see them laugh.
Laugh, all along.