5 am thoughts

i can't remember the last time
a boy has looked at me like that --
you, grinning like a weirdo
me, wishing i were there with you
us, oceans apart
you, 5920 miles away
me, awake at 5 fucking am

My Heart is an Old Place

Upkeep is getting quite expensive
I read yesterday's paper
and look for rooms for rent.

For almost half a year
My clothes have been in boxes by the door
But they never seem make it out.

You

I like you better when you're broken
and I am left with the job
of piecing you back together
(barely)
Assembling the puzzle of a broken shell
Cutting my fingers along the way
just to see my favorite shade of red
creep into the crevices
of an old piece of china
(you)

it's not you i love.

but the thought of love
but the thought of being in love
the thought of giving
of getting

it's not you i love.

Trains

Today I took a train towards south,
but to nowhere in particular.
With each station I passed,
and the blur of people that went with each,
I got nowhere nearer where I was going


only farther from where I had been.
 

Only in hunger will you know what satisfaction is.

Some Long-due Imagery

From the west windows, it looked like the sky was in flames. The storm clouds that came with the rain hung ominously over the fiery sky, gigantic cotton candy mushroom clouds. Through the windows at the far end of the train, the orange sky turned softly purple, interspersed with wisps of smoke-gray. But turn your head just a little east-ward, and the whole view was of blue, a deluge worth oceans in volume. 

May 23 '11, 6 pm