Sunday, November 23, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
The Colors Of A Television Killed My Body
The world spit out hot colors
And they sparked a fire in my heart.
But the fire burned down my body
So my soul lay helpless on the earth.
My heart heaved a breath and with it came nails.
While God sent a hammer down on a cloud
So there lay my soul, still with the dirt
Snow danced to its rescue and now I'm anew.
He gave me a step or, rather, my hands.
Build myself up from there.
Tonight, love and hands are my body.
-I'll write again when I write again, Olivia.
Sunday, November 9, 2008
The Middle Is Cold, Or Maybe That's Just Winter.
I haven't written in a little. There's not much to say though. I'm still in between places. I don't know what those places are. Maybe that's why I'm in between. I'll let you know when I'm out of the middle.
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