Graduation...Yay we are old.

Things that flow

Time is a relative phenomenon:
Trickling when words fail,
Spurting in dreams,
Flowing in the joy of a moment.

Listening to familiar voices through paper-thin walls
In drowsiness I feel detached from late-night activity
Too tired to bother to make things rhyme
Just a need for ink to flow along with the time
(Ok, but that rhymed.)

Tonight my eyes feel dry
Heater made the air warm and toasty
Thought-clouds above my head too weather-beaten
For tears to flow
(Maybe just don't want to let go.)

Time to sleep in restless slumber
Laughter, handwriting, hair, a tangled mess
Straighten it out in morning's thunder
Though skies pour with rain, the time flows no less.

(January 2006)

Is it light?

Through a montage of experiences we grow,
Moments strung together bead by bead,
Pieces pushed together, patchwork sewn,
Loose threads and untied ends pull at the seams.

If this never comes to pass,
My spirit will not break.
As fragile and cruel as broken glass,
With tears and blood we give and take.

And if I never come to feel
The warmth of something bright and real,
I know with blood my wounds are healed,
My prize no thief can ever steal.

I may not ever close my hand

Around dreams that slip like grains of sand,

My heart no one may understand,

But this is my part in a greater plan.

This blog is going on holidays.

Why?

Because mine are over.


I'm gonna cry...

Just uploading some cool pics from the web in some random archive of my blog...
23.11.06