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Friday, May 22, 2009

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He asked for Her hand.
they fought, changed, moved, cried, held,
made love,

and made me.


today is an age when hands don't hold stubbornly together anymore.
i have lost track of faces paired together,
lost count of duets that didn't rhyme to the end.
i am so close to losing sight of the pages i have dog-eared,
losing grip of the strings i have broken,
but cannot bear to loosen.
losing the momentum of coordinating those limbs,
in an activity i term as swimming.

they cannot quit swimming, unless they choose to thread and stay in one spot.
i still insist sitting on dry shores, watching.

posted by peenutkew  # 09:13  0 comments

just drive

Wednesday, May 20, 2009

the idea of having none hardly crossed my way.
days when i have the least energy or even just mood, to light that bulb, are these.
this cannot even be termed as a nightmare,
because that usually triggers thoughts, words, something, anything.
from me, my brains, my hands.

i have never seen me as anything close to a potato on a couch,
not a carrot or any plant i fancy eating,
i do not even indulge in the television, much.
i am very spiritually that starch on the furniture. and mentally.

"don't lose grip of the steering wheel.
you got to drive, you need the drive."

i have the map, always in my hands.
it looks as if i am safe, for i will have the names of the places i want to go to,
as long as i look hard enough.

but, i don't seem to know where to go.

posted by peenutkew  # 16:37  0 comments

your passion

Tuesday, May 12, 2009

will kill you.

it always is that two ways, either or and nothing in between.
they get you to that same place, just on different routes.
after either getting caught between nasty bushes and thorns,
or being stuck in mud, floods and landslides,
planting you back into ground and the cold hard earth.
the only warmth inside you isnt burning so hot anymore.
that passion you started out with isnt going to last you to the very end,
there just isnt an end anyway, unless you walk yourself to one.

and you wonder, would it be better dotting a full stop, now.
or dotting three to allow all that surrounds you,
mold, crush, move, twist, change, smack, kick, defeat you.

you take a peek behind your shoulders on the steps you have left behind,
knowing you wont walk backwards,
checking you havent dragged an innocent hand with you,
breathing and remembering that nostalgic traces of passion at the starting point.
that point. is so far away from where you are now.
you didnt bring enough to last your broken-toe-walk, did you?

it killed your toe, it will kill you too.

posted by peenutkew  # 17:44  0 comments