Thursday, August 4, 2011

more like my book.of.faces













it's funny how the moment you start getting old, you see the world with new eyes....




Shandra e.

Walking The Line




If there's a thin line, I suppose we were made for the tight-rope,




cuz as crazy as this may be, for the 1st time,




this feels like balance to me.




I don't have to choose; there is nothing left to lose, so what more can we prove?




This is the after-life.




Life, after love.




And what becomes of us, no longer matters...









I've seen smiles die and choke residual laughter.




I've seen the light smothered in darkness, or so it seems...




(everything is darkened in the inbetween)...I've seen,




eyes blinded by love and love blinded by lust,




lust discovered...you were busted with someone else.




I've seen "you" vanish right before my eyes, unopened.




And my soul was more than a window, it was a door you left wide open.




When you left, so much hurt was left unspoken, so i climbed into beds




hoping for comfort in between soiled sheets...




sheets soiled with tears, crying out for the real "me".









I used to think love took us from ourselves,




drifted us to the "far away" and rested us on shelves, held high in the palms of God.




And who we became...was more than absent-minded;




we were tin-men, rustin', dying to have a heart.




So we clicked our bloody heels and chased yellow-brick pavements,




until we met a fork in the road, feasted on lies,




and now when people ask, our story remains untold,




our truth: yet to unfold,




our status: potential platinum, stagnate at mere gold...




we could've been a hit, but for now this is it...




palms split




hearts quit




arrested on this line____________________









don't resuscitate me.




leave me before i choose our fate




right here, after love




somewhere drifting towards hate...




in the inbetween...




walking this thin line....










Shandra e.


*written in May 2011 (figured it paired nicely with my last/impromptu blog below).

because the silence seems so loud...



I waved hello, knowing it was our last goodbye




I smiled and spoke words with my eyes, that belonged to someone else




I drowned in your silence, while screaming for help




I enabled you to forgive yourself for making a grand mistake...




because they say, "there's a thin line between love and hate"....




I chose the inbetween.






... I rather confuse you with sweet NOTHINGS than submit to the silence.



Shandra e.