:: Boy In Corner ::

:: Friday, January 09, 2004 ::

These Words

My words are my weapons, my slings, my blades,
My gifts, my comfort, my royal flush of spades,
These poems are my reflection, unblemished and true,
Double-edged sabers, dangerous tools to me and to you.

And I find myself lacking,
Haunted by the absence of what I need to say, today,
Right here and now.
My mind streaming out thoughts like water overflowing a bathtub.
I look to the left and I look to the right,
And for the first time in a while I feel lonely tonight.
But that glowing orb in the sky still burns,
Not post-apocalyptic, but bright,
Yet the darkness of night brings me fright
As I turn the pages of fiction,
Reality springs true and seems to separate me from the rest of you.

Decisions made, regrets, memories slap me in the face,
When the fuck did I turn into such a disgrace?
Where was that first point of degeneration?
Where was that first moment of viral infection?
When was the first fuck-up in this series of fuck-ups that seems to be my life?

And the truth is I don't know.

I don't know why I'm feeling like the world has finally won.
I don't know where my hope has gone, my magic dissapated.
I don't know what song to sing, what life will bring,
and I don't know why for the first time in a while my sky is so dark.

My words are my weapons, my slings, my blades,
My gifts, my comfort, my royal flush of spades,
These poems are my reflection, unblemished and true,
Double-edged sabers, dangerous tools to me and to you.
And if you, the receiver of these words, phrases, and letters,
Can read between the lines well enough, you can know me better.
I'm vaporous, don't you know? I'm open for the world to see through.
Interpret this the way you will, but I'm missing...

:: Rick Kitagawa 2:21 PM [+] ::
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