Saturday, June 27, 2009

A Whirldwind Spinning In My Head

An undefined predicament.

A non-existent solution.

To hurt to heal to feel and yield or fail.

To give to take to compromise and oblige or reject.

So many exits but nowhere to stay for a little bit.

Nowhere to hide my fear, nowhere to search for words for a conversation.

Words shouted become words unheard yet remembered.

Kept in a memory to remind of the harm done.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

So we have climbed so far and hard to reach a stage of mutual distaste.

Having being driven up against the wall, with my heart knotted in a string and a noose around my neck, its complicated to ascertain whose hands were blood-stained.

And we move on, to be loved and lost and forgotten.

Each day, the sun shines brightly, sometimes sinisterly.