The Circle In The Grey

all the rediculous melodrama of an opera, but this is no stage. this is real.

April 13, 2007

To Need Such Adroit Attention, the Situation Must Indeed Be Desperate




like the tiny silver
that slices slivers
in the black

April 11, 2007

My Eyes Are Shadows

i walk
under the stars on a gravel road
in a tiny town in the tiny glasshouse
of night sky that protects the rest
from piercing light that explodes
everyday. everyday. everyday.
sometimes the tiny stars are
the only lights i want
because they are sharp but
small and still allow for the night
instead of the star called sun
that allows nothing but its
radiance and vast shinings
and creation of shadows
shadows that cover my eyes
sometimes i just want whats small
want the world to be small
my world, myself, small
like the tiny stars
i barely see above my goulish
head in smoky air
like the tiny silver
that slices slivers
in the black.

April 06, 2007

Comatose


I didn't hear you leave
I wonder how am I still here
And I don't want to move a thing
It might change my memory
Oh I am what I am I do what I want
But I can't hide
And I won't go
I won't sleep
I can't breathe
Until you're resting here with me
And I won't leave
I can't hide
I cannot be
Until you're resting here with me
I don't want to call my friends
For they might wake me from this dream
And I can't leave this bed
Risk forgetting all that's been
Oh I am what I am I do what I want
But I can't hide
And I won't go
I won't sleep
I can't breathe
Until you're resting here with me
I won't leave
I can't hide
I cannot be
Until you're resting here with me
- Dido