I carried her down the stairs
Her
soft
long
black hair
tickled my face
Her limp body dangled and made me unsteady
in my steps
She was young
and
quite petite
Free
and
beautiful
I imagined her lips smiling
I imagined just a few years back
when she was
so simply
a little girl
Now a woman
Now fighting the world
So much pressure
So much life....
I hope
that
next time
she tries to commit
suicide
she fails
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Cherry
The bed isn't made tonight
and
it got cold in here
very quickly
My eyes strobe
My veins swell
I see everything
too clearly
and
all too often
I wonder what I should
be thinking
Wet blades of grass blow
in the wind one by one/
Seventy miles an hour
and their movements
pulse through
my entire body
I have never made it this far before
and
it got cold in here
very quickly
My eyes strobe
My veins swell
I see everything
too clearly
and
all too often
I wonder what I should
be thinking
Wet blades of grass blow
in the wind one by one/
Seventy miles an hour
and their movements
pulse through
my entire body
I have never made it this far before
Coffee And Asphalt
my lower back hurts like a bastard. i try my hardest not make mention of that to others , though at times it burns and tears in pain and simply sitting in one position is pretty difficult. i know it is nothing compared to what i see others out here go through. i know i don't have time to really think of myself out here. i also know that the crew that was just dispatched, moments ago , to a gun shot wound to the head will soon see things that will make them recall just how fragile we all really are. life is so precious and also so often taken for granted.
we are holding tight in some parking lot right now. it is quiet for the moment , the air is warm , my skin is cool , and the sky is so blue....it reminds me of her eyes.....her soft memories she so kindly shares and how much i think of her out here. she is a soft caress of gentle relaxation in a violent storm lost at sea and far from home......she is a friend.
so often in these few moments of down time we get i think about what we will see next.... which lives will be forever changed and how that will affect every one of us. i am always so grateful when i last twelve or fourteen hours out here and no one dies.
Every moment counts. Everything has to be worth something....It just has to. Don't waste any time and get yours. You own this.
you own this.
we are holding tight in some parking lot right now. it is quiet for the moment , the air is warm , my skin is cool , and the sky is so blue....it reminds me of her eyes.....her soft memories she so kindly shares and how much i think of her out here. she is a soft caress of gentle relaxation in a violent storm lost at sea and far from home......she is a friend.
so often in these few moments of down time we get i think about what we will see next.... which lives will be forever changed and how that will affect every one of us. i am always so grateful when i last twelve or fourteen hours out here and no one dies.
Every moment counts. Everything has to be worth something....It just has to. Don't waste any time and get yours. You own this.
you own this.
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