March 5, 2011

• there is silence tonight
  in the words
  in the movement
  in the message

  i have nothing
  and everything

  irony falls
  thick
  and heavy

  into my lap
  onto the floor
  pushing up like flowers in the springtime

  or memories
  put upon your grave

  and i am not prone
  to letting things go
  to listening long after i forgot
  or to loving
  before the music stops

  but just the same
  i am alright
  i am okay

  i am

  even after midnight
  even after this week
  even after

  being here

  and understanding
  there is nothing left to give

  except myself
  my soul
  my body

  and the meager connections
  i hold to this world
  with light weight nostalgia

  for all things
  under one god
  one roof
  one thought process

  that keeps turning over in my head
  again
  and again

  until the only thing i hear
  is my heart
  the keyboard
  and the memories
  of an old soul
  trying desperately

  to stay young.

  • 12:26 am
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