Showing posts with label Van Gogh. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Van Gogh. Show all posts

Friday, June 4, 2010

don't let the darkness eat you up

when i was a young girl we sat under trees,
you told me stories in the dark of night
you whispered the secrets of the universe into my ear.
and i fell in love


one day i woke up and walked to school,
i came home and called my sister
walked to the store
and ate 16 carrot sticks

i sat under trees and waited
i walked dark streets and i hoped to see your face
i stopped
i walked away
i made myself my own safe place
and i slowly faded away


Saturday, February 6, 2010

Down Down Down

have you found out yet that it's hard to fall in love,
and even harder to fall in and out of it.
its emptying and each time it hurts.
why is it that for a week i can be ok,
even happy,
and then it hurts.
it hurts in my heart,
in my soul.
for a while i can fall asleep all by my self,
no help needed,
and then i need you next to me.
i was happy you were gone
i was free and the world seemed to have more air in it then before,
but now your back and i cant breath
and i cant focus
and i cant sleep.
help me,
let me go,
let me walk away,
let me find my own adventures.
i was happy when you went away.
i don't want to hurt you... i just want to save myself.
when i am with you its like i am drowning and only you can save me.
but i need to save myself,


Saturday, June 6, 2009

hey remember that time i would only eat boxes of tangerines




when she wakes up in the morning, the first thing she smells is him. 
she likes the quiet in the morning and the sound of the world around her not interrupted by the bustle of people. 
she loves the quiet meditation, and the way the world is silent, waiting for the first breath of life.
and then it begins, breath, movement, the toast pops up, her orange juice is fresh, she can feel the life rush down her throat.
she walks out her door, soft feet on warm pavement, down the steps, to the mail box, cold paper on her hands.
she begins to read, and finds herself at the dinning room table, comics first then the world.
teapot whistling, hot water through the tea leaves. 
upstairs andrew bird whistling,
the day begins