9242006 - on the issue of blogging

why do people blog, for the sake of blogging? like, people write things just so others can read. they don't blog because they want to share information about their life/experience/etc. like, they write purposely to write to others. (does this make sense?) like, they're falsely writing to show off? -___-' this doesn't make sense. they put on an act.

i give up.

why do you blog?

9212006 - kiss

kiss

it's night,
you stay.
do you hear me?

back and forth,
destinations unknown.
in suspension.

i beg you,
stay here,
here with me.
still,
i let you go.

go.
stop idling.
you're not scared.

old memories
barge in
and break down the doors.
but now
i have confidence.
it's clear
right now.
me and you.

there seems to be a problem,
a beautiful problem tonight.
the lanes are empty,
the lights glow,
they're green,
let's go.
far away,
to where the sky is deeper and wider.

down the street,
the rain's harder.
it breaks the silence,
spins time.
but i'm alright.
come back to me.

i dive in the swimming pool.
i can hear your heart beat at night.
but there's nothing i could do,
but close my eyes.
i'm undone,
i'm the center of the storm.
there's static ringing all around.
have i disappeared?
with the wind?
and the fading lights?
or did i drown?

i'm thriving to
complete myself.
rescue me.
the score is 2:0.

i reminisce,
let's box the stars tonight.
i'll keep them in my heart,
and save them.
with the symphonies.
i'm wishing
the years
were like words.
ever flowing.
score 2:1.

all night
i walk away.
and pray to God,
for one true love.
no more pain, please.
get lost.
the truth
screams.
everything screams.
mistakes
tear down the walls.
chances
never change.
i breathe in.

you can't wait
to take it all the way.
but you're waiting on queue,
admit it.
the stars
never knew
a lie from the truth.
this is the last call.
we've got what it takes.
here's step 1:
burn bridges.
nothing holds you down.
step 2:
let go of secrets,
they can't go on and on.
she is right in front of you,
in over her head.

ask yourself a question.
what is your passion?
do things become clear?

i'm desperate.
something burns inside,
a hunger.
to get close to you.
to get lost in you.
i have hope.
8 seconds remaining,
i only see your smile.
i make a wish.
and drive until i lose the road.

you're watching me,
waiting for me.
let's just make mistakes,
miracles.
we don't need progress,
forget that.
it could never be more clear.

let's break the rules,
lose our innocense.
we'll burn this down,
crash.
we'll create our own cliches,
somewhere between the darkness and light.
bitter descent.

i look into your eyes,
feel your breath on my face.
let's dance until the moon stops glowing.
let's rediscover wonder.

something is right tonight.
tonight, words have no meaning.
this is where love is at.
i don't want to know,
but i know.
it's cold outside,
but i won't hesitate.
in a hotel room,
we're intwined;
lovers.
with fragile hands,
we'll erase everything,
til there are no shadows.
just hands.
warm hands.
tonight we'll mend our paper hearts,
rearranging all the stars.
time can only tell.
this is our last good night,
forever and ever.
but i can still hear symphonies.
kiss.

(written: 9.21.06)

9162006 - smooth

smooth

pain is more deep than imagination
more recommended than murder
more bodiless than space
more real than change

it is most red and bottomless
and less unfolding
than a sheet of paper
is flat

pain is less calling than sand paper
less minute-less than lasting
less brusing than clocks
less showing than blue

it is most inching and steady
and more ready to run
than today when the undone sky
falls dark

(written 9.13.06)

9162006

so this is me.

i write.