Not of your design
i don't think like you
so why should i write like you
my thoughts
my world
so why should i write like you
my thoughts
my world
(01/30/2005; 03:20am) - @72nd /2 train {drunk}
and sitting here
i remember the meaning of the mix
after the nominal success ot the social experiment
i thought myself above it
above this
but lo
i remember the peace
of walking the line
and the comfort
of the harsh melody
(02/03/2005; 10:33pm) - ::rewind to:: 11/30/2004 @ 10:30pm - beaches
::gasp::
and you wash ashore
hoping you are better for the moment
never certain
never knowing
(02/03/2005; 10:24pm) - ::rewind to:: 11/30/2004 @ 10:15pm - butterfly as heartbeat
how can i miss her
if i don't like her
if you know she's evil
and strive to avoid all those like her
what does it mean
to know you miss her
that glow
that momemtn
that you swear you'll never do again
(02/03/2005; 10:23pm) - ::rewind to:: 10/13/2004 @ 8:34am - untitled #7
there are worse lifes
despite it all
much worse
(02/03/2005; 10:17pm) - ::rewind to:: 05/29/2004 @ 01:53am - living in nyc
what's here for me i'm beginning to ask
those aspects i once thought intrinsic
are now missing or dead
leaving me one body om a mass of 10 million
but i can be this body anywhere
begging me to ask
why am i here?
(02/03/2005; 10:11pm) - ::rewind to:: 05/29/2004 @ 01:49am - untitled #6
lacking rank and insignia
i forget my name and place
leaving me without the
wwight and connection that
grounded me here in the first place
(02/03/2005; 10:07pm) - ::rewind to:: 05/29/2004 @ 01:36pm - untitled #5
i walk alone thse days
except for a distinguished few
who choose to partake of a sojourn
from time to time
not to say i am lonely or sad
just that i'm different somehow`
marked
scarrred
perhaps for the better
who knows
certainly not i
certainly not today
(02/03/2005; 10:03pm) - ::rewind to:: 05/27/2004 @ 09:25am - untitled #4
off the mountain
i walk alone these days
the mountain
the great heights of yesteryear
seem an illusion to today
leaving me to wonder if the foundation of those days
was my own hubris or my own naivte
to believe that such things
as truth
and
friendship
could last forever
(02/03/2005; 09:56pm) - ::rewind to:: 04/11/2004 all moods shall pass
standing on a platform
into a brisk wind
my blue balls of the soul subside
left
with only an understanding of my reality
and a wish to be taken home
::as my train approaches::
(01/11/2005; 07:13am) - *sigh*
i woke up this morninng
looke upon my nightstand and found my glasses, broken.
yup
its one of those days