Posted by
Stepfanie
Wednesday, May 02, 2012
Because time is as relevant as money;
a figment of an imagination we think is real
we can trade either for more of nothing
or less of everything. We will never even have half of it all
or more than we need.
We will always be tightrope dancers
precariously balancing between falling up or flying
down. Never stable.
We lack the neccessary equipment to stabilize
We lack the neccessary desire to be "normal"
or wealthy or lazy
enough to let our time drain
and leave us wasted and wanting
more.
Darkness has been pitched
elongating our shadows
'til they become one.
Posted by
Stepfanie
Friday, April 27, 2012
So the sun sets again
or rises in slow reverse
purple hued sunburst.
Posted by
Stepfanie
Monday, April 23, 2012
Midnight
we are stars
darkness' sisters flickering. We can never burn
enough.
Posted by
Stepfanie
Hell is
a myth
a reality
here, there
love, other people
in love
your family
or mine
you
you
you
or me.
Posted by
Stepfanie
Friday, April 20, 2012
Barking at the moon
low deep howls, moonlight and magic
twilight is for lovers.
Posted by
Stepfanie
All pretenses are past tense
because you aren't who you say you are
what I thought you might be
when I discovered the end to your labryninth
you weren't where you were suppose to be...