Some of the best nights are spent cuddled with Domo Kun on the couch watching a movie.
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Inclusion of another,
Their presence, their being,
An addition, an exception,
The solitude changed, the routine altered,
The cost analyzed, the worth questioned,
Stay, go, invite, exclude,
subtraction through addition.
Sunday, November 29, 2009
November 29: Defined.
A random hi,
A chance meet,
A face,
No longer just part of the crowd.
A week,
A moment,
A blink,
Of an wary eye.
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friends,
family,
passersby.
time changes,
life moves,
feelings shift,
we remain.
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Whether a few moments, or the span of a decade,
the definition remains tumultuously friends.
Time can't rip those bonds,
life can't separate those brought together.
Like intricate clockwork, faces upon the gears,
each one vital, each one making something else go.
Our paths might separate, our memories might fade,
but our inner workings have assimilated the individual.
A chance meet,
A face,
No longer just part of the crowd.
A week,
A moment,
A blink,
Of an wary eye.
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friends,
family,
passersby.
time changes,
life moves,
feelings shift,
we remain.
----------
Whether a few moments, or the span of a decade,
the definition remains tumultuously friends.
Time can't rip those bonds,
life can't separate those brought together.
Like intricate clockwork, faces upon the gears,
each one vital, each one making something else go.
Our paths might separate, our memories might fade,
but our inner workings have assimilated the individual.
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
November 17: Fallen.
The tears cascaded,
From my face,
From my soul,
Off my cheeks,
They plunged,
Into the darkness,
Onto the rocks far below.
My soul bled out my eyes,
Off my cheeks,
It plunged,
Into the darkness,
The void, ever present,
On the rocks below.
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run away,
left behind,
a dark night,
cold, metal railings,
slippery concrete
a lone figure,
a chance, a future,
a difference,
chosen.
From my face,
From my soul,
Off my cheeks,
They plunged,
Into the darkness,
Onto the rocks far below.
My soul bled out my eyes,
Off my cheeks,
It plunged,
Into the darkness,
The void, ever present,
On the rocks below.
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run away,
left behind,
a dark night,
cold, metal railings,
slippery concrete
a lone figure,
a chance, a future,
a difference,
chosen.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
November 15: The More Things Change.
self aware,
self inflicted,
self betrayed,
self, abandoned.
by myself, alone,
inside myself, afraid,
away from myself, assured.
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The opening of a door,
the darkness of a room,
the fumbling footsteps,
the hand, reaching out,
feeling, grasping, yearning,
for what isn't there,
for what has left previously.
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A day forward,
A month backward,
A week of progress,
An hour of deprecation.
A minute of hope,
A year of change,
A second of life.
self inflicted,
self betrayed,
self, abandoned.
by myself, alone,
inside myself, afraid,
away from myself, assured.
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The opening of a door,
the darkness of a room,
the fumbling footsteps,
the hand, reaching out,
feeling, grasping, yearning,
for what isn't there,
for what has left previously.
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A day forward,
A month backward,
A week of progress,
An hour of deprecation.
A minute of hope,
A year of change,
A second of life.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
November 8: Exposed.
A night's walk through the neighborhood, around the block. Shared decisions, mutual choices, bags to carry. Warmth in a cup, piercing yet warm words rush forward. Concise, yet lengthy, their meaning condensed. Answers spew, like raindrops from an angry sky, falling upon kind ears, rushing forth as if afraid they'll be caught by a clamped jaw. Rushed out, the pain expelled before it can cut any further...
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cathartic
calming
cleansing.
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I sit exposed,
my clothes still on,
my heart ripped out,
what's inside expelled
through an open mouth.
an empty cup,
a loss of words,
an inner struggle,
trust, boundaries,
tested, questioned.
a morning, alone.
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cathartic
calming
cleansing.
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I sit exposed,
my clothes still on,
my heart ripped out,
what's inside expelled
through an open mouth.
an empty cup,
a loss of words,
an inner struggle,
trust, boundaries,
tested, questioned.
a morning, alone.
Friday, November 6, 2009
October 15: Offline.
**posted 11/6/09**
Waking up to the fresh snow on a crisp morning. New connections, familiar methods, discussions made and broken - over coffee, over the phone, over the Internet. Bags are packed, people disconnected, on the road, travels to be completed. A single car, two passengers, the towns grow smaller. The bars disappear from the screen of a tiny cell phone screen. Into the farmland, over the hills, into the woods. A dead end road, an unpaved, muddy driveway, a spinning wheel. The snow turns to rain, then turns back, indecisive. A new feeling emerges, then changes back, indecisive. A comfort within the simplicity, a warmth within the isolation, a peace in the middle of nowhere.
Waking up to the fresh snow on a crisp morning. New connections, familiar methods, discussions made and broken - over coffee, over the phone, over the Internet. Bags are packed, people disconnected, on the road, travels to be completed. A single car, two passengers, the towns grow smaller. The bars disappear from the screen of a tiny cell phone screen. Into the farmland, over the hills, into the woods. A dead end road, an unpaved, muddy driveway, a spinning wheel. The snow turns to rain, then turns back, indecisive. A new feeling emerges, then changes back, indecisive. A comfort within the simplicity, a warmth within the isolation, a peace in the middle of nowhere.
Wednesday, November 4, 2009
November 4: Chilly and Dark.
a week,
a month,
a year.
changes,
advances,
regression.
all within reason,
all within reach,
each one a little harder,
a little more painful.
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a jump,
a leap,
a step...
forward?
backward?
sideways?
blindly,
I act,
the best,
left to faith.
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a year is creeping up on me. a year of the single lifestyle. a year spent with many, not one. a year of change, of transition, of uncertainty. the security of one, gone. my life, changed, in so many ways... the path I'm on so unfamiliar, so strange. the nights are dark, the silence deafening, the emptiness eviscerating. familiar objects are foreign, each step blind, and my destination unknown.
a month,
a year.
changes,
advances,
regression.
all within reason,
all within reach,
each one a little harder,
a little more painful.
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a jump,
a leap,
a step...
forward?
backward?
sideways?
blindly,
I act,
the best,
left to faith.
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a year is creeping up on me. a year of the single lifestyle. a year spent with many, not one. a year of change, of transition, of uncertainty. the security of one, gone. my life, changed, in so many ways... the path I'm on so unfamiliar, so strange. the nights are dark, the silence deafening, the emptiness eviscerating. familiar objects are foreign, each step blind, and my destination unknown.
Sunday, November 1, 2009
November 1: Empty Nest.
a graveyard,
as a cake,
as a memory.
a friendship,
as a shoulder,
as a memory.
buried, yet fresh,
as a memory.
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an open door,
an open heart,
an open mind.
two-way streets,
two-ways, two sides.
one closes,
one remains.
as a cake,
as a memory.
a friendship,
as a shoulder,
as a memory.
buried, yet fresh,
as a memory.
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an open door,
an open heart,
an open mind.
two-way streets,
two-ways, two sides.
one closes,
one remains.
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