Is love really free?
the heidi files.
Monday, October 11, 2010
Friday, October 8, 2010
Thursday, October 7, 2010
sometime
seriously
can there a be a time
when do you ever stop.
have you heard anything that i have tried to quietly convey to you.
no.
you are ambivalent.
even in your own heart.
I don't think you have even begun to think about where this world will carry your thoughts.
how you will become shaped and changed by all that will follow you.
these choices
these moments
and then combustible levels of grief.
i cannot stop. the idea of a world that doesn't smell of incense and isn't littered with vinyl.
a crime of my heart.
so I will fashion a loop for you to climb through. don't trap yourself again.
seriously
can there a be a time
when do you ever stop.
have you heard anything that i have tried to quietly convey to you.
no.
you are ambivalent.
even in your own heart.
I don't think you have even begun to think about where this world will carry your thoughts.
how you will become shaped and changed by all that will follow you.
these choices
these moments
and then combustible levels of grief.
i cannot stop. the idea of a world that doesn't smell of incense and isn't littered with vinyl.
a crime of my heart.
so I will fashion a loop for you to climb through. don't trap yourself again.
The Concretes - Chico
ahh, the concretes. chico friend. chico friend...i do think you have to be a fortune teller to figure this out...
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
can it be forgotten
how can i stay put?
why are you screaming.
and when did we stop talking.
close down. drop our ears in puddles of blood.
broken heart. I see promises I cannot fullfill.
But i want it. I want this.
I look at us.
Fuck.
Tonight.
Can we make it out, with preserved hearts, and brains intact. or are we destined to end up how started, confused, dropped, and let go of.
Will I see you, again?
Will we drift away from time we don't own anymore?
The time cannot show me anything that you have not already given me in this starved life of broken time and wondered hearts.
Tuesday.
3 o'clock. hearts. diet cokes. mixed tapes and notes of times we will never repeat again.
I see you sitting on my steps. Broken wine cork and brown carnations.
I look at our high heeled source of pain and I cannot see me again.
Let the love go. Let my heart go. Everyone is joking. I cannot.
play along
i cant even begin to let it all go.why are you screaming.
and when did we stop talking.
close down. drop our ears in puddles of blood.
broken heart. I see promises I cannot fullfill.
But i want it. I want this.
I look at us.
Fuck.
Tonight.
Can we make it out, with preserved hearts, and brains intact. or are we destined to end up how started, confused, dropped, and let go of.
Will I see you, again?
Will we drift away from time we don't own anymore?
The time cannot show me anything that you have not already given me in this starved life of broken time and wondered hearts.
Tuesday.
3 o'clock. hearts. diet cokes. mixed tapes and notes of times we will never repeat again.
I see you sitting on my steps. Broken wine cork and brown carnations.
I look at our high heeled source of pain and I cannot see me again.
Let the love go. Let my heart go. Everyone is joking. I cannot.
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