Sunday, May 11, 2008

questions about love

Which is worse: wanting what you don't have, or having what you don't want?


If the opposite of love is holding on too long, why can't I just let go?


Truth: I don't want to let go.


In this light, I see you for what you are. Is it too much to ask to go back to darkness, to close my eyes once more and be content with the view?

Thursday, May 8, 2008

something less than love

Things I despise:

1. TV and radio commercials that are annoying as hell: stupid white shirts flying like birds; stupid cracker/pretzel lady (close your damn mouth while you chew); stupid safelite; I could go on, but won't for lack of good memory)
2. Hillary Clinton: I can't even stand to look at her, let alone hear that damn cackle.
3. Exclamation points
4. The past
5. False hope
6. Letting go
7. Money (which is why I always try to keep very little)
8. Assholes who drive behind you with high beams on.
9. Slow drivers
10. Not being able to sleep
11. Sleeping too much
12. BPD
13. Cleaning
14. Worrying about the future
15. Inevitability/Uncertainty/Words that rhyme with faint


Driving home today, I realized again how difficult it's going to be to come home to an empty house that stays empty. To go to bed with no one there. To eat alone. To not have someone to cook for but myself.

I also realized how much I drive to work and back home without ever paying attention to anything. I get to where I'm going and barely remember driving there. Scary.

where the wild things shouldn't be

For the love of all things unholy, Hillary, just give up. The party is over. Everyone has left but you as you sit there in Obama's house nibbling on the cracker crumbs he's left on the dish in the living room. Yes, when the host sitting in his PJ's looks uncomfortably at his watch while you ramble on about the good ole days, it means it's time to go. Grab your purse and Bill's leash and head your drunk, pantsuit-wearing fat ass out the front door. Or better yet, use the backdoor. We don't want people to know that Obama associates with such a conniving bitch as yourself.

Sunday, May 4, 2008

she has a fear of heights

She has a fear of love,
accepting everything but what she really dreamed of.
She keeps her heart locked;
no she won't ever answer even though she hears a knock.
But love is at the door,
and after all isn't that what we are here for?
I want to rescue her,
but I've already tried, for there is only one cure.


Casually I walk under the sunless sky,
yet so naively.
She was the first one to catch my eye,
and I was hers.
All at once I fell for you,
you fell for me,
we fell too soon...

This isn't over it never was.
Are you the type to settle or move on just because
it's easier for you?
Or are you feeling like you need to get away
from looks you never got and words I did not say?
I'd say them all today,
if I could...


you're not perfect...

...but I don't care