Sunday, January 23, 2011

Abstract is a Distraction.
















These things,
these rumors
they are like love
potent and temporary.
Just guilty, justice is like
an alcoholic's hopes
mixed in aged whine.
Never to be drank.
Never to be questioned.
Aged or saved?
No.
Devastaded, unacheivable.
They're sentenced
to waste time.
You didn't choose this.
Right?
Tell me how it was drank?
Yet still unquestioned?

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Solitude

I never want to be alone. It's a patient fear,
but every morning I look in the mirror through sleepy eyes,
taking a moment to realize there is no one there but me.
It's really all I need.
I will be the last one standing.
If I stand alone.
Through any kind of weather. The days don't always get better.
Solitary and apathetic, a liar's eyes. I push everyone away.
Pasty and craving, a lover's eyes. I beg everyone to stay.

By: Andi Smith

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Time heals

Their minds will not be racing at that certain time of the day
Light is flat, the clouds are gray among smoke
There is a cut throat in the mountains
 there is sorrow in the leaves
 There is realization
 It is as strong as change is eternal
These flat winged eagles with beady eyes
these broken secrets, these forgotten promises
 these things aren't changed with kerosene. So I hear time heals.