We Follow in Footsteps

Your soul is like an island;
it's hiding in oceans from me.
It's only Tuesday
and already
I find myself missing you.


Oh January of dreams, we have come and won you. And just as we had begun to see, we stripped the remnants of blindfolds from covered eyes. I'll speak the names you swore never to repeat, imitating the gestures of your retreat. Things so simple and true, yet diluted over the years.
We wear our words out like our favorite pair of shoes. And when the cycle shifts, slowly transforming our ways, we begin to see the importance of what we say.

This life, it is such a funny thing. This exhaustion nips at my bouncing heels. I feel the need to catch my wavering breath. Running ragged, thin, stupid. I didn't think they were joking when they told us we only get one chance. And so I prove myself each day.















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Projector

I see that you are
Disenchanted with your life
But I have seen
the moments
full of light,
Movie perfect
outlined just right.
Did you read the Script?
Pronounce the words
the way you do,
Syllables Stumbling
from practiced lips,
spitting rhymes like
cowboy whips.
You speak of beauty,
of intangible risks.
We walked the narrow path
below the spying sky,
waiting for invisible predators
to take us in the night.
I beg for the shadows
to be revealed,
and illuminate in
Spotlight.
You pulled back the Curtains
of time,
decimating piles of
'insignificant experiences'.
The gestures were yours alone.
The story was ours to own.
Did the world know
you were never pretending?


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Subtly Striking. Benevolently Beautiful. Continuously Conditional.
Our lives are full of wonders. Words sent forth in hope of some kind of something. Some kind of nothing. Some kind of world. We make it what we wish, shape our own existence, and blame someone else when it fails (or not!). Remember your wings, we were all angels before we our days of birth. Naked, pure, delicate winged babies. Some day they will have their world. We will transcend, regress, and nullify our vows to mortal calamity. We are not chaos, this was all planned. Your God forgot to whisper secrets in your ears. HE also forgot to empower the weak, reveal himself in acts of justice, and translate himself into you. Domineering, Domesticating, Dedicating, Demeaning. Dropping down from skies of never, clouds of womanhood. Who is your mother.













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I don't know what it means, I hope you do.


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Chill and Thrill. Our feet are pruney in the water spill.

Midwest

Why we write

....... oh the reasons.
we write
to give life
meaning
to remember
to laugh
to recreate
to make it how we want it to be
it doesn't matter
who said it
or how
but it was said
or written
at one point
in time



I miss Midwestern sunsets. Glowing orb descends behind shops and homes, light carving shadows from trees onto pavement. Illuminating the beautiful parts of us. Quiet, serene, simple. I remember driving just to enjoy the fading light, feeling the cold of the coming night. settle in. The way I pushed my hair away, restlessly awaiting the rest of my life. Watching. Waiting. Folding the scene into creases in my mind.

Like crisp, fresh sheets.
we flutter in the wind

We Are Kidding Ourselves

We are kidding ourselves

I sit
to write
the words of
my life
I wonder how
many before,
despite shattering
screams,
where never
truly
heard

what words
we construe
I pace
I plant the seeds
of fools ideas
tend the gardens of
my mind
and converse with
a bundle;
infinite little
pieces
of me



Are you in love. Have you ever been in love. What is love,anyway? Some four-letter-word uttered under the cover of blankets and sheets, on the tops of mountains, in front of the sink in the kitchen, knives watching like jealous sharpened heads. Are we capable of forgetting ourselves enough. to love. To clasp the hand of forever and bound two souls, uneventfully. As though they were born to be together, even free. Some desperate human trait (flaw even?) drives us to seek it. find it. No matter the view, I find it's always love that I wished I knew. I seek the hand in the dark of night, like a strength that I couldn't have found inside myself. We seek it as though it might complete us. The wise will say: Be complete, and give yourself in love. But what if 'and' was traded for 'then'. What might we discover if we found ourselves complete, and Then discovered that ugly little curse of love. (okay maybe it's not ugly. or a curse.) What if.....


If you do not know who Saul Williams is, correct this Immediately. Today I received my copy of Said the Shotgun to the Head
in my lovely university PO Box. My Christmas present to myself.

Today:
Love
Mandy

Mine. Yours. Ours.

Since the Space here is Infinite, I will fill it with anything and Everything that comes across my mind..













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Death Cab for Cutie- "I Will Possess Your Heart":

How I wish you could see the potential
The potential of you and me.
It's like a book elegantly bound,
But in a language that you can't read just yet.

You gotta spend some time, love.
You gotta spend some time with me.
And I know that you'll find love.
I will possess your heart.

You gotta spend some time, love.
You gotta spend some time with me.
And I know that you'll find love.
I will possess your heart.

There are days when outside your window,
I see my reflection as I slowly pass.
And I long for this mirrored perspective,
When we'll be lovers, lovers at last.

You gotta spend some time, love.
You gotta spend some time with me.
And I know that you'll find love.
I will possess your heart.

You gotta spend some time, love.
You gotta spend some time with me.
And I know that you'll find love.
I will possess your heart.
I will possess your heart.
I will possess your heart.

You reject my advances and desperate pleas.
I won't let you, let me down so easily, so easily.

You gotta spend some time, love.
You gotta spend some time with me.
And I know that you'll find love.
I will possess your heart.
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What were you hoping for at the end of the day? What do you want from me, we've been through this before. At times there is only so much that can be said. At times the silences I should be filling somehow are left unrecognized. What do you say to that. What do you want from me. Where are we going, what does it matter. What if we never get there. Sometimes we find ourselves in situations we never never thought possible. Unfamiliar, yet existing just as unquestionable as the breath in the lungs. My thoughts are so scattered.What is happening half way across the world?

I'd like to sit by the sea
Watch the waves crash
And remember what every year has meant to me

Words and Words and a few more Words.
Mine. Your. Ours.
Can you own your words?
Or do they belong to the world?

पास
Mandy