today's dawn

as the sun sets on a past, now forgotten, the envious moon shines bright to spite said sun and guide our evening's stroll. a star streaks across the otherwise motionless sky, then disappears behind the silent hills, only after it's final flicker seen, making clear it once existed. a single ripple echoes across the surface of a lake that boasts contentment far beyond our imagination. it is here that i find peace. it is here that i sleep. hours pass, and as i awake to the sound of the early winds, whistling a tune i had never heard, the sky's royal hue turns a lighter shade of blue. breathing deep, i lift my weary head, only to be greeted by a sight far more astounding than anyone had ever dare imagine. as i shield my eyes, i gaze on the beauty brought before me. and as her warmth washes over my freezing heart, i feel what true love is...

...for today's dawn is far greater than the last.

this.

i want to hold your head under water so i could save you from drowning. i want you to have some horrible disease so i could find a cure. i want to burn your past and build our future on the ashes. i want to be your favorite shirt you lost in the wash so i could see how happy you'd be to find me. i want to take your breath away so i can show you how to live. i want to be your best friend. i want to show you how truly happy i am for you. i want you to know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that i want you for all the right reasons, and that i'd never do anything to make you cry...

but more than all of that, i want exactly what we have now...

this.

everything must go

take my good, take my bad
take my happy, take my sad
take my weak, take my strong
take my right, take my wrong
take my truths, take my lies
take my laughter, take my cries
take my future, take my past
take my first, and take my last
take my money, take my time
take my reason, take my rhyme
take my sail, take my wind
take my paper, take my pen
take my rhythm, take my beat
take the ground beneath my feet
take my pride, take my shame
take my fortune, take my fame
take my smile, take my frown
take my throne, and take my crown
take my loathing, take my fear
take my sorrow, take my tears
take my pleasure, take my pain
take my loss, take my gain
take my brave, take my bold
take my heart, take my soul
take my worry, take my strife
take my breath, and take my life...

but try as you might, and try as you may,
nothing you could ever do could take my love for you away.

what can he say?

he's writing her again. a letter returned countless times before. a pen almost out of ink rests in his sweaty palm. black fades to turned off teevee grey with every motion of his hand. he signs "with love" when he makes mistakes and believes we will all die alone. what then? what can he say to her to make her believe he lives with love, a cozy couple, an extra bed against the window, and tea for two?

il miele dentro la lionessa.

we are me, and i'm sorry

she pulls his hand from his pocket and curls her palm around his, forcing a fist, as if begging a dead man to fight. his concentrated stare gives way to a good natured grin as his eyes dart toward the one who he could never disagree. the knowledge of another lingers as they exchange glances like crudely folded notes under the desks of a grammer school english class. the timid giggles still abound, but instead of holding hands behind the backstop, they retire to a haven more suitable for an affair at this age. the man farthest from her sight is the man farthest from her mind, yet the closest to her heart.

what then? what then are we to upset the heart. what then? we are me, and i'm sorry.

you

blades of grass crowd my vision as i lay, face down, in fields of memories almost forgotten. those who lay before tell me it's nothing more than distorted point of view of what really exists:

you.

everybody runs

my walk soon turns to a run as i glance behind me. i quickly sprint away from my past as i try desperately to avoid my future. my pathetic goals and failed attempts at love follow my ever changing pace, waiting for me to trip on an untied shoelace or a sidewalk crack that someone forgot to fill. i should, in the end, let them catch up, but i avoid the unavoidable for as long as possible until one day i fall and just forget to get back up. so hurry. bury them in your dust. who knows, you might meet some really cool people who are running from the same things you are. because everybody runs.

and my feet are getting tired

it's taking way too long to walk the distance between
who we are and who we wished we'd be.
it's such an amazing thing to listen and to see.
so i was thinking maybe we could watch the sunset silently.
i feel like i'm drowning and i'm missing you more than air.

i love you

i have a new love.
as soon as one dies, another is born,
and vica-versa, and versa-vica.
well, more often than not,
you die in the process of another love being born,
like in many cases with a mother and her new born.
so, is it worth giving life just to give yours in the process?
i ask you this requiring no pity,
but asking only that you never love again,
unless, of course,
a death wish is on the tip of your tongue in the form of
"i love you."

still here

i'm lying to myself.
i guess i'm hoping to recover from you,
but i don't think it's working.
at least, not yet.
when, then?
i can't believe you haven't realized what you had.
it wasn't too good.
you did deserve it.
and if you still need me like i need you,
i'm here.

stereotypes

i was thinking, like i sometimes do, and here's what i came up with:

stereotypes. you've probably never thought about why we have them. well, maybe you should start. it might make the world a better place. 'what are your thoughts, dallas,' you wonder. well, i'm glad you asked, because here they are: we're lazy. we've created stereotypes for every race, color, and appearance because we're too lazy to take the time to consider everyone we meet on an individual basis. i know we're all busy in this age of technology and starbucks, but if we would just think for one second that maybe we're not what we thought...well, we'll never know, will we?

will you

will you miss the day
when it turns into night
and will you miss the way
i always say goodnight

a question among lovers

walking deep through a forest of empty bottles and rusted cans, i trip over lines i used to cross without wondering what was beyond the moment. everything takes on the form of the ones we once loved and we hate the idea of ever loving again, at least until it's convenient to mistake fondness for love, in which case i am wrong and you were never right. before you can walk, you must learn to run away from those who take you seriously. a question among lovers is gossip among friends. if i said i'd do anything to make you happy, would you do everything to make me a liar? now, will our friends gossip about that question, or will you ask your lover before you gossip about it to me? another question or a confused statement of truth is merely the difference of opinion...what's yours?