Thursday, January 25, 2007


I loiter near the corner store the way I do almost everyday
People are here pumping gas, the staff inside know me by name
I see my breath in little clouds, and draw smiley faces that look really sad
Waiting for the clock to turn, and then you come and suddenly it’s not so bad

But I’m tired of waiting for someone to take me away from this life

People that I barely call my friends allow themselves to tell me what to do
I hate to tell them all these things but then again I can’t just let them know the truth
Following the fluffy end of that red hat you hear, it makes me feel like home
Then we cross and almost touch, and the smell of your hair turns me into stone

But I’m tired of waiting for someone to take me away from this life.

Monday, January 1, 2007

the future is here and...

i wonder what makes us always hope for a life that we know doesn't exist
when the clock strikes and the year goes away,
as if by the wave of a magic wand we could dry it all out:
the past, the tears, the strife and the care...
i wish i knew that the answer is right there,
in the months that will come,
in the days that we'll share. but i laugh
and i still think it's cool
to sit by the window
and watch the people below
dance and hug and wish each other,
(while believing all the lies)
a happy new year.