scary

that sinking feeling in the pitt of my stomach.

what is this, what is this?

the thought that something's wrong.

what is this, what is this?

a fist, tightning around my heart.

just one word could turn this dream around...

dreaming

Is this really my life?

those eyes

i thought i understood what the poets, artists, and songwriters meant when they talked about the possibility of drowning... of getting lost in someones eyes.... not just any someone of course, but that someone... i was wrong. i don't think you can "understand" that idea, not intellectually... experience will teach you that nothing is the same as you thought it might be.

<3

"I'm as giddy as a spider spinning daydreams..."

today was a beautiful day!

been looking for this piece for a while... written for a friend who was having guy trouble

is this obsession real? this love that he feels.
have we invited a spook or a spark?

can we ever know the true course of a thought, a gaze, a heart?

to ask that we stay, to know where we aren't,
to permit that he go, my eyes to awake

blocked

Having trouble putting pen to paper lately, especially today.
What is it that i suddenly have what could easily be inspiration, but no words?
That my desire to write is met with blank paper? Even my usually random and somewhat innocuous ramblings are non existent...

cold feet

why did i suddenly feel like running away?

that brief fleeting moment
needing to escape

when what i wanted in the first place was a clear indication

when i needed that bit of confirmation?

is my heart still so fickle, or am i just afraid...