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Friday, October 4, 2013
Tuesday, September 24, 2013
Saturday, September 21, 2013
Friday, September 20, 2013
Monday, September 16, 2013
Saturday, September 14, 2013
The undiscovered discovery, the fire behind my eyes.
The moment where the creation pours out of my hands like it should be.
No comfort comes from the possibility,
Only an empty cup of coffee resting on my knee will make me feel that sense of rest.
The dirt beneath my nails is all I need when I go to sleep.
I've left you on a ledge. It felt good to see the back of you head.
You left me on a bench, I felt like I needed to be there.
Your dark hair covers my face even when it flows in the wind.
It's a constant reminder, the pavement that is.
I hear foot steps under my thoughts and they bring me back to the doorway.
Have a silence with me.
What is that possibility? It's all that I seem to be wearing these days.
The clothing is there but my bones still show.
The constant honest feeling is what I hold on to. The feeling that you might be there
where, the tear, and tears were shared
Only now it's different.
It rests in my palms and in my cheeks.
They fit so perfectly together, one on top of the other.
Thursday, September 12, 2013
Sunday, September 8, 2013
Drawing by Cam Novak (Pencil, watercolour)
Hold on tight to those memories.
Those sights, sounds and open wounds.
Create a picture from the frame and feel the story no mater how wrong it is.
The story ends when I stop writing about it.
I have this problem you know? I see the words.
They seem to pile up needing to be shoved between tears and an awkward, forced smile.
Dig deep. Dig the space you can't conquer and rest in the soil.
Growth is needed.
Ending the search to salvage the soul.
I wish you would sink your smile into my lips one more time.
It would rip my face open,
just the way it needs to be.
No, I don't know the title of this song but I do know the words.
I've been singing it since I saw your mouth and felt your eyes.
Connecting the dots only to see I can't draw a straight line.
I've seen more without you than on the peaks of your eye lashes.
I used to notice the sky,
I thought I knew it,
but now I am in it.
To push back against the wall, that was all I was hopping for.
Now I see the wall was never there, and the push was a pull.
The pull of the moon to the ocean,
the pull of a force I never will understand.
It should be this way.
I guess that's how it ends.