November 27, 2011

paper bag

© Zoe Wiseman- Todos Santos, MX




so he says we're all the same
only the names have changed
repeating the monotony

i'm excited in my calm
between the strokes of madness
and pill popping candy show

and we converge on this point where all trains stop
stop motion video watches every move 
as we sits idly by, watching time fly

she will tell you the way, when you stop to listen
she's been there before
and returned with more than just the right answers
truth

i overhear his beats pulsing mildly beside me
bored in my bound paper bag
and watching as he exhales

this hole is just small enough 
to let the last remaining breath escape
unkept

still held

November 14, 2011

careful

©CNirvana
model: the ever perfect Red~

I only drive too fast on roads that require attention
great care to swerve to the right
then back to the left
debating with this necessity to slow down
watching carefully as the arrows point in the wrong direction

maybe I am a figment of your imagination
but sometimes I feel far too real
this trajectory for all others
stagnating the one who needs it most

I put myself to bed for fear of need to sleep
and as the clocks fall back
my dreams fly forward

I'll never hold you again like that day