Thursday, July 12, 2012

"this dead end street gives false hopes of going somewhere"

and when i look at these dreams that kept me going for so long
i'm not sure, anymore, if those things are for me
or if they're someone else's story

maybe my story has already been lived
all in all, it's been a beautiful one
of shining faces and brilliant songs

my story is the one with so many traintracks
a heart-shaped rock tossed into the woods
eating avocado for the first time in the desert
and the mellow high of driving for hours

is it time to cast aside the images that used to comfort me
the truths i used to think i knew?
is it time to stop thinking the past is the future
that there are keys in the places i've been
to unlock the places i'll be?

everything's all tied up
everything's connected
but it needs to be untangled and woven

(these were just some lines from last night. not a finished poem, but it's unlikely to be finished, now, since my mind has already wandered to completely different places.)

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

the one that's an angel

the rain surrounds my face
a chill wind from the window
but it's not real weather
it's in my mind, my hearing
coming in with the song
"to another world"

and i remember
dancing to this song in the kitchen
years and homes and stories ago
playing it from this very same website
on this very same computer
maybe it was raining, then

amazing the things that change our personalities
a glimpse of a certain color
the misheard lines of songs

every time we drive, we drive so close to the homes of many
every word we say is someone's history
or someone's dream
the rust on their shovel
the lilac at their feet
the face they failed to recognize in the crowd
the light that brought them home

we cannot say
what does and does not bring light to another
and any guess would be inaccurate

and sometimes we forget
what does and does not bring light to ourselves
but the music always reminds us