prosetry

His silent consonants peek when I can't see. The elusive voyeur to my inner exhibitionist.

There is no distinct starting point for me, one day it was as if I finally realized the sun was out. It never went away, I just stopped noticing for a while.

It wasn't like the dream where I am blinded by white and can't keep my eyes open. This was softer, more inviting.

Vision is still blurred, but things are becoming clearer.

catch me if you can

how many times will I post an entry like this?
too many -- no doubt.

run away
the faster you run
the bigger the distance

catch me if you can, motherfuckers.

when I can write this poetically
and in a way so obscure only I will know
what it means
and who I am angry at


it'll be here
for now

catch.me.if.you.can.mother.fuckers.

waiter, there's a fly in my soup...

cartoons
make my heart hurt

they bring to mind
a girl I used to be

she was cool
by someone's definition

webster holds true
for academic twats

in her world
she was a cool girl
lost in his world

I carry her regret
close to my heart

this burden
is borrowed now
& then

to remind me
who I never want to be

(again)

another stupid letter

Dear Dionysus,

I miss you.

You might not understand my silence, but it needs to exist in peace right now. I am unsettled and too insecure to turn your way today. You don't need this doubt, nor do I.

I closed my door last night and locked it. I didn't even allow for music to revel in this state of mind. The silence echoed your lack of presence.

I do know we are friends - companions, even, in our own way.

I feel like right now your life is moving too quickly to include me. Please don't misunderstand. I don't mean to say you should change that or feel bad because of it. I only mean that as long as I don't quite fit, I have to distance myself. Insecurity lives inside me like a demon I can't exorcise.

You shouldn't be the victim of my lack of confidence.

I joke all the time and tell you how great I think I am.

I lie, Dio. I lie.

I don't believe a word of it.

I haven't evolved as much as you have. I still need to hear such words from others.

I really wish I didn't.

I don't want to need to hear reassurances from you.

I miss you.

Shine on,

Silenus

Another weekend has passed

It was a nice one, though.
The quiet permeated me; I feel I can face this week bravely.

My new years' resolution:

Be more patient.

Hehe. This should be fun.
I react far too often, it's time I take a step back and act rather than reacting.

No poetry here, really.
Just another day, and sometimes just another day is good enough.

later skaterz.

come howl with me

If I could write a song, I would, but it has never been my strength.

Under my skin..there is an itch - I can't reach to scratch it.

I find this strange.
I find myself strange.

It is friday #2, and that makes me smile. I want to dance under the moon, I want to sing songs that I don't know the words to, and I want to hide away, pretend I don't want to dance under the moon so very badly.

I can't hide.

Not today.

this is what happens when I try to be angry with you

Dear Dionysus,

I don't feel like talking to you. You detract from my peace today.

I was floating on a cloud
& whispering italics
when I thought of you.

Did you know that doubt pulls at the threads of cumulonimbus thoughts?
You can see the contrails of Atlantis; they drift like seaweed.

I fear this letter drifts in the same way.

Shine on,



Silenus