We struggle to hold onto the materials of our lives, as though they will complete us if presented in the right light. We fill the holes with candlesticks and jewelry. Decorations for the life that would, if stripped bare, be found truly desolate. Some breed the unquenchable thirst for unnecessary products. We prove ourselves impoverished as we struggle to fix an undeniable image for the world.
We will forever remember the silence of conversation held in the dark of night.
What makes us speak our hearts only when we feel safe. And not when we are at risk of creating significance?
The brilliance of
your mind
Becomes my
Understanding
Of you
Peace
Mandy
20 December 2008
19 December 2008
Frames Remain

The last days of winter
Spent Visiting bedsides
Respectable frames
Destined to disappear
We will grow and we will go
Decay with the earth and matter
We are infinite
We are marked
With the curse of humanity
The ribcage support
For organs so vital
Protected heart,
Protected breath
Pacing the sterile room
Where we watched you take your last breaths
An audience to sigh and slip away with you
We hoped for an answer
Listen close to
Whispered understandings
Of how to embrace
The greatest moments of life
I loved the way your shadows fell across the hard wood floor. Like ghosts drifting between light and the world. And so you drifted through our lives, carrying a message none could ignore.
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I wrote to tell you the truths of my heart. I wrote because sometimes the heart doesn’t know what to say. I wrote just in case someone was listening. I wrote to create a steady stream, to open the soul in which I have come to count on
She had something to say
She lay awake at night
Wondering
What wake would it leave
To incorporate
Private conversations
With the world
In which she lived
Peace
Mandy
18 December 2008
His Hands

http://shmobert.deviantart.com/art/One-Mans-Ocean-4574844
Small Similarities
His hands were like yours
Structures and motions
I could have sworn
They were your own
But hands are no reflection
Of the heart
And I know none of him
I wonder if he questioned
My obsession of hands
And wrists
Oddities worn from habit now
I see your motions
But nothing more
I used to wonder
What it would look like
To fall out
Of love
Peace
Mandy
17 December 2008
The River
We're all just strangers sharing the same space

पास
Mandy

Along the banks of the river
the children stood in a row
hands stuffed in pockets
feet bare against the Ground.
Leaf gently by
a constant surge water
shades of Sunrise emitted
in the never-ending drone.
Hands clasped tightly
entangling every Finger
as if the pull of the river
will personify their fears.
Leave this side of the river
in a rush of youthful courage
Feet stretch out like hands
to find a lack of solid Ground.
Pebbles drag along the bottom
remnants drift with the flow
one small Shimmering token
the remainder of a choice.
The memory of their future
settled in the bed of the river
Consuming the dreams of children
a Constant ebb and flow
the children stood in a row
hands stuffed in pockets
feet bare against the Ground.
Leaf gently by
a constant surge water
shades of Sunrise emitted
in the never-ending drone.
Hands clasped tightly
entangling every Finger
as if the pull of the river
will personify their fears.
Leave this side of the river
in a rush of youthful courage
Feet stretch out like hands
to find a lack of solid Ground.
Pebbles drag along the bottom
remnants drift with the flow
one small Shimmering token
the remainder of a choice.
The memory of their future
settled in the bed of the river
Consuming the dreams of children
a Constant ebb and flow
Constant like a Heartbeat.
पास
Mandy
16 December 2008
Quotes.
"A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds." Percy Bysshe Shelley
"With our Love, we could Save the World."
George Harrison
"Love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is done well."
Vincent Van Gogh
"I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today. I can choose which it shall be. Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn't arrived yet. I have just one day, today, and I'm going to be happy in it."
Groucho Marx
"With our Love, we could Save the World."
George Harrison
"Love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is done well."
Vincent Van Gogh
"I, not events, have the power to make me happy or unhappy today. I can choose which it shall be. Yesterday is dead, tomorrow hasn't arrived yet. I have just one day, today, and I'm going to be happy in it."
Groucho Marx
14 December 2008
"Sucessfully Disappear in a Room"

Didn't I tell you
Things would drag on and on
It isn't easy to hear the silence of an empty room
Didn't I tell you
I stood upon the threshold
Asking where I should begin
Didn't I tell you
I'm so full of the works that we undid
Splattering of matters across consciousness
Didn't I tell you
The dog barks in the dead of night
Waking in us a childish fear
Didn't I tell you
The lark calls me every morning
To raise to the occasion of another day
Didn't I tell you
I wouldn't stand for such treatment
Yet forever I wait for you to come around
Didn't I tell you
It meant the world to me
To know the truths of your heart
Didn't I tell you
The words run together
There was no mail again today
Didn't I tell you
You could have said anything
I would have chosen to save your world
Didn't I tell you
To just trust yourself
And do what you felt was right
Didn't I tell you
I can't hold on like this forever
The world screams my name
Didn't I tell you
He came to me last month
And begged for my freedom
Didn't I tell you
They grab my face
Try to shake this out of me
Didn't I tell you
I can't wait for the day
When two years is a decade
Didn't I tell you
You're a ghost among the remains
Of my mind's greatest wanderings
Didn't I tell you
I've found a light in the middle of woods
That guides me down from the mountain
Didn't I tell you
How it shone in my eyes
Blinding me to the world I once knew
Didn't I tell you
It's not as bad as you think
I've never seen a thing like this before
Didn't I tell you
I watched the animal pace in its cage
Dreaming of a dangerous freedom
Didn't I tell you
The animal killed itself last night
Against the hinge of the opened door
Didn't I tell you
I stood at the floodgates
Watching water pour into our lives
Didn't I tell you
The contamination spreads
Just as quickly as little lies
______________________________
She was a prodogy
She finds herself uttering goodbyes
to Long-gone Childhood
Dear God,
I will miss this place.
A little piece of my heart
Left with those who taught me what to love.
But the question now is How.
पास
Mandy
Mandy
Unworthy
There's something incriminating about the way in which you replace me. As is true in every storybook setting, we forgot to mention who we are. In some other life, none of this was true. You forgot to fight the scene. You forgot to try to fly. You forgot to remember what I said to you that night.
Empty out this head of mine. Give me a little peace of mind. This greedy ocean will swallow me whole. In the end, you do not get to have this life of mine. You never truly knew I was running at all. I take it back, in shaking hands. I place it inside me somewhere deep, though planning to expose. Sleeves a perfect debut, despite traditions of the past. It was never my style to give up easily. And Nobody knows what they want. Only fools chase rainbows after they fade into a distant memory.
Empty out this head of mine. Give me a little peace of mind. This greedy ocean will swallow me whole. In the end, you do not get to have this life of mine. You never truly knew I was running at all. I take it back, in shaking hands. I place it inside me somewhere deep, though planning to expose. Sleeves a perfect debut, despite traditions of the past. It was never my style to give up easily. And Nobody knows what they want. Only fools chase rainbows after they fade into a distant memory.
Past. Present. Future. I let it go from my mind. Where have you been when I told you the truth? I say the words to convince myself. And some day they will become truth.
Wishing away the ways in which I've gone mad. I put your picture up months ago. I cleaned the surfaces of my life and lifted myself up for a few months at a time. Vicious cycles will come to an end.
Once the wrath of the puppeteer. Now the wrath of the hands of one so cold.
Frigid; Ice against my heart.
The sun rises to greet the world
I look up and smile at drifting clouds
We began this journey together, my private universe
Let's begin again, for the hundredth time
The holes are deep but I'm quick on my feet.
My words are swift
Articulate this meaningful "______ ____"
My days are beautiful
My heart so filled with grace
I stand upon the life I've made
And smile to myself
Every once in a while, I hit the concrete wall
Prove Yourself. Unworthy.
पास
Mandy
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