Monday, March 22, 2010

Can You Hear It?

Andy rummaged through the cabinet under the bathroom sink,desperately looking for and extra roll of toilet paper,only to be met with towels,discarded makeup bags,an old curling iron,and two boxes of tampons. As last she took a desperate attempt and raided the cabinet in her younger brother's bathroom.
"Ah ha!" She whispered triumphantly snatching two extra rolls out from behind the towels,and taking them back to her bathroom.
She slammed the door,to the bathroom and some canisters of lotion and hair products fell over.
She knew that it was bound to happen,they were already leaning, bareley being supported by the chord of her straightener.
"Yep"
She sighed as she straightened up the fallen pile. She took to the porcelian throne to do business.
The window in the other room was open,and she could hear a train going buy,cars stopping at the stop sign on the corner,then accelerating off to wherever. The faucet in the bathtub was leaking with a tiny drip every now an then,just audible enough for her to hear. For some reason every single noise was ringing very loudly to her.
With a loud woosh the toilet flushed. Andy then went into her bedroom,and sat. She listened,it seemed almost surreal,hearing it,like everyone was living life together but they never crossed paths,never influenced one another in anyway,without saying a word. She couldn't help but wonder.
How unaware are we all really?
When did all of the noises,natural,and man made alike,become background noise?
"Maybe its just me." She spoke to herself again.
Sitting back down at her desk,and putting on her giant headphones,she played some music,blocking out those sounds,in hopes to that when she did hear them...she would really hear them.

Saturday, March 20, 2010

From Zephyr to Writing

Zephyr,Wind,Spirit,Indian,Native,Hometown,Bradford,Misfit,Strange,Different,Odd,
Sloth,Smelly,Poo,Loo,England,Travel,Freedom,America,Live,Home,Missing,Wanting,Searching,
Google,Stalk,Beans,Chili,Yummy,Cupcakes,Muffins,Breakfast,Must,Breathe,Heartbeat,Drums,
Drummer,Band,Boy,Cute,Turtle,Small,Puppy,Soft,Hair,Dry,Condition,Color,Crayons,Crayola,
Best,Music,Love,Hug,Cuddle,Pillow,Sleep,Night,Adventure,Movies,PopCorn,Butter,Toast,
Sandwhich,Variety,Television,Sparingly,Lotion,Tattoo,Ink,Pens,Writing

Friday, March 12, 2010

Windows

I don't ever try to make sense,but when I do it truly means something. I ramble on and on,just hoping that someone will take notice,will listen,will notice. I can be happy,sad,angry,confused...most of the time I am. It is all so simple. I can feel it,I have it figured out for just a second. My world is always crashing in,one wall gets fixed,and then the roof starts caving in. Those walls don't hold me...thats why there are windows. My eyes,blue like water,like that of the ocean,so easy to read,so predictable, can damage a soul within seconds,without warning. I've started to think,more than they ever wanted me to. Give me passion,in the making. I bleed it. Splatters on my shoes.I think you are ridiculous,at times we all are. All in different ways,we gained portals with time.Communication is dead.The system,constantly screwing with our heads.

Monday, March 8, 2010

The Messy Attic

Heavy steps
Up stairs
The creaky door
No one has entered in years
Search for electricity
No trigger in sight
Through a fog of cobwebs
See the sunlight
It filters out
That which the darkness hides
So personal
So divine
The contents of the messy attic
Are
To be found
In this mind
Mine

Miss

Hidden behind eyes
Deep
Dark
Searching for some form of light
Natural
Longing
Given up on
No one feels sorry for
You don't deserve this
No one does
Especially you
You think the same of me
I can see it
You believe it
The moments small
Fleeting
Holding on tight
This time is all we have
Far from a hero,you
Far from a heroine,me
Living
To decieve
Wanting to be
Nothing more than free

Thursday, March 4, 2010

Higher Love

Right now
I'm not crying because i'm sad
Angry
Nothing negative
I cry because you gave me the strength
To live again
Means so many things
It means the most to me
So much discouragement
The world deals it out on a daily basis
So much kindness
You dealt it on a secondly basis
Lifted me up
Until the end
I'm not crying because I miss you
I am
Because you still believe in me
After the end
My love I send
And yours I still keep
Because that is the kind
Love
Runs so much higher than six feet deep