poem: the curse
written: 10:10 p.m. on Friday, Jan. 07, 2005

it�s not too late to turn back now
erase the silence at the other end
redial, rewind, re-tell the tale
so that what�s been said can be unsaid
i�d stuff the water back into the jug
before you slip and fall
you have no idea how many knives i find
in the drawer
at times like these
all flying out at me
aiming straight for where it hurts the most
and i could count them but i wouldn�t
because it cheapens the feeling of you
keeping silent, at the other end of the line,
not saying a word, leading me
towards the edge of the cliff.

but i lied in the beginning:
it is too late to turn back now
the words hang in the air, spoken too soon, too loudly
and i could almost reach out,
grab each letter in my hand
and watch it float away, taking
this moment along with it, far far
away

a cacophonous orchestra of unwanted words
the glass is always half-empty
and this proves, once again
the truth that i�ve always known:
when i touch you, you turn to stone.

January 7, 2005

before sunrise // before sunset

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I'm moving. - Sunday, Jul. 11, 2010
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What I want for my birthday... - Sunday, Jul. 04, 2010
On Roger's behalf. - Friday, Jul. 02, 2010