Saturday, August 28, 2010

there are thousands of people around you
who would say the most beautiful things
with words that could change the world
were anyone listening.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010

is a mess

this is an aching bubble
the air inside getting hotter and hotter
but for some reason
the bubble never bursts

this is my heart
though it may not look like it.
what you see on the street
is just a man who talks for a living
but when i come home,
my God how i think.

this is my job
i work for the man who eats his fellow man
from the tables of death.
he justifies his cannibalism telling us,
"it's just how the game is played"

when he's the one making the rules,
we can't hope for anything but the day we are set free.

and when this is finished
you and i will come home,
we'll say grace,
we'll say goodnight.
and all anyone will know of us
is that we did our best
to survive.

but you and i will know
how we loved.

Tuesday, August 10, 2010

you think your voice means nothing
but when your voice joins thousands more
they become one voice.
indivisible, impenetrable.

Wednesday, August 4, 2010

you're so nice to all the people who don't deserve it.

and apathetic to all the people who do.