for fellow daydreamers

What On Earth

fuckmewithwordss:

Love carried me here
on her delicate wings,
we shared only tears

What miserable a
journey I counted, the stars I
fell in lust with

the moon, truth
was found here
I conquered the

frigid texture of
your soul, all
the while fighting

demons of my own,
and yet I
can not wrap

my mind around
you, I’ve drained
myself of all

options, bled my
veins of all pain,
picked at every
scar I could see
with a naked eye,

and I have yet to fully
inhale that,
which is you…

Missing me?

reclusive daydreaming

And if I do end up fucking it all up. 

I’ll at least know who to blame

Same as always

I feel like we understand each other less the more time goes by

Where do the words go?

smilesforzander:

when they aren’t falling from my fingertips or dripping from my pen? Are they being whispered into someone else’s ear or written in a crumpled note, maybe they are running through someone else’s head.  You know the words haven’t been visiting me like they used to.  It isn’t as easy to find them when you try.  So I’ll just wonder what escapade they are on without me and hope that eventually they will migrate back to my head to help me find ways to explain the tangle of thoughts clogging my brain waves.  I’ve been far too quiet lately .

The Silent Fight

They didn’t fight like other couples.  There was no shouting, no crying or crashing. No they fought with thoughts. They didn’t need the others anger to start the debates from happening, they were always in thought. Silent tug-of-war and glares. They fought with high chins and planted feet, with statements and ultimatums not said. After all of the rolled eyes they went to bed together and woke up the next morning. Arguments would begin and end without any recognition.  Most didn’t see the love, because who could love with such little passion.  They could, that’s why they were together.  

Ghosts and predictions

Memories are funny, our brains generally remember just what they want.  Until it matters, and then all the forgotten moments flood in, it wasn’t all bad.  Then it’s just confusion because when so much time has gone by its hard to decide which to go with. Because when evil eyes turn out not so evil and the ghost of Christmas past turns out to be a humanbeing the world is suddenly turned upside down.  But then again I’m not very surprised, I’ve always been a pretty good judge of character, I may have wished that you wouldn’t have turned out into everything I knew but that seems to not be the case, on the contrary everything I predicted actually happened. But instead of laughing I told you so I can’t bring myself to see it.  It must be a lie.  And somehow you still see right through me. 

Christmas in California

The power was out today. Yep. Not only in our apartment, but the gym. So the man and I had an unexpected day together, which was nice. We never get to sleep in.  But since we didn’t want to sit around in the dark all day we went and bought a Christmas tree.  We didn’t have one last her, partly because we moved in last december and were too busy unpacking to go out and get one.  They are surprisingly cheap, ours is about six feet tall and was only 25 bucks. Then we went and got a star, and a string of lights…and that’s as far as we got. I’m told that in other places there are like, forests where you can find and cut down  your own tree.  They don’t have that here, our trees come from parking lots and empty spaces, they are wrapped up by high school students who are trying to get extra money. There is no snow here, only cotton on lawns and roofs. No icicles, just twinkly strings of lights. 

But with that chirstmas tree, it sure smells like december.