Oct. 26th, 2012 02:03 pm
refisher: (Writing)
These are the days
The ones we hold close—
Not for their weight,
But for, I don't know.
The intangible.

An inner calm
Replacing a crippling panic.
A kind of warmth
That is quite fitting within,
Don't disappear.
A hazy afterimage. What is it we really know? )
refisher: (Writing)
I’ve never ever felt love like I’ve seen in all the movies
I’ve never ever met Love like the first scene on T.V.
I’ve never ever dwelt on “liking” ‘cause it’s never been me,
But lately, this solitude—this emptiness—it leads me.

Leads me to believe I’m missing out
Leads me to conceive thoughts I’d never sough
Pride makes me deceive the very few around
That I am all right by myself.

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refisher: (Writing)
Stepping back and taking a look
The picture is worth one thousand words
It's old and faded and straight from a book
Where ink runs into scratched-out parts

Grabbing a glass, zooming in full
The picture is in one thousand pieces
It's old and faded and just like a puzzle
Where parts have been carved and reset

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May. 22nd, 2008 08:46 pm
refisher: (Writing)
Watch the cars drive by along the open road
Wonder where they've been; imagine where they'll go
Have a good idea from the wounds they already show

See the planes soar by throughout the open sky
Think of where they've gone; guess to where they'll fly
Judge by the direction toward which the wings do glide

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Apr. 21st, 2008 10:02 pm
refisher: (Writing)
The sky sheds its tears on me
The only light is at the end of the street
Mesmerizing   The small, mounted light
It can be seen from so far in this night

Along the sidewalk, stumbling
Can't see where I am going
Just heading toward that point

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