Who knew that there would always be a choice
has the power to become
whatever they choose.
Boomerang
Where did she learn to be so critical cruel,
hyperactive in her hostility
towards me,
turning every little action mine
into a fault of being?
I sit here alone,
realizing
that the boomerang of yesterday's arguments
have finally returned to me.
hyperactive in her hostility
towards me,
turning every little action mine
into a fault of being?
I sit here alone,
realizing
that the boomerang of yesterday's arguments
have finally returned to me.
Upside Down
Sometimes my vision gets twisted
And I get lost in cause and effect
My reason turning upside down
Around the edges
hawthorn in fog
Originally uploaded by norbeast
Sometimes it's not so clear
And the fuzziness of my edges
The fog is a blessing
...and So Should I Be
It seems like it just flows sometimes often
whenever I remember to forget about
what it is that I thought I must do,
and in these times, I am (and so should I be).
whenever I remember to forget about
what it is that I thought I must do,
and in these times, I am (and so should I be).
Slivers of Sentiment
Slivers of sentiment,
shards of shared memories,
dreams of happily ever after shattered,
and no one knows how to clean up the pieces
without getting cut
and bleeding all over the place
in awkward apologies and vulnerable vengeance.
shards of shared memories,
dreams of happily ever after shattered,
and no one knows how to clean up the pieces
without getting cut
and bleeding all over the place
in awkward apologies and vulnerable vengeance.
Better Times for New Beginnings
If there is no time like the present
Then why are so many trapped in the past
Waiting for the future to rescue them?
There must be better times for new beginnings
than the poor excuses we let slip through our fingertips.
Then why are so many trapped in the past
Waiting for the future to rescue them?
There must be better times for new beginnings
than the poor excuses we let slip through our fingertips.
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