Saturday, December 25, 2010

I Got Tired...

... of hiding behind the lens.

Thursday, December 23, 2010

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Sunday, December 12, 2010

Eyes shut.

Its winter but I’m breaking sweat,

Maybe its because I’m broken but bound,

Breaking new ground,

I choke on the word like a fish bone; I swear I’d say it easier over the phone.

Or in my dreams, where I’ve said it a thousand times,

I swear you already know because you’ve heard it a thousand times.

In the summers you give me cold feet,

You make me meet my fear, I met my match,

I’ve reeled in a catch.

Why does hate come so easy, and the opposite make me queasy,

I hate the way you don’t know how much you could be,

Hate how you take advantage of me,

How you can’t pronounce Givenchy,

That you’re there when I want to be alone and absent when I need you the most,

And now I’m moving on, how you haunt me like a ghost,

Please let me be, set me free,

Let me sleep and have no dreams.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010