Saturday, February 11, 2006

For All the Memories that Died...

       
those were tattoos that got wiped out
as i met you in disguise
you were bleached n’ i was colorblind
n’ the wind that once swept us
took only you...
Away.

now i stand here in the night sky
no stars when there’s no clouds
those dreams were even bona fide
but the shutterings were stronger.

i’m not sad though it’s all bad
for it doesn't even matter no more
there’s no lining when there’s no clouds
get goin i’ll stay right here.

for all the memories that died
took all the world outside
n’ after the head explosion
it’s fungus lyin everywhere..
       

10 Comments:

: M : said...

hmm....dark indeed.

Anonymous said...

you "almost" got me!

: M : said...

yup...almost.

ever felt like a blob?

Anonymous said...

ever felt like a blob?
... sometimes ..yeah....... sometimes felt like a rubber band..... sometimes like a knot... n' sometimes...even like me.

Anonymous said...

what can I sayyye ?!! Nothing.
...but you say it best when you say it all!!!

p.s. thanks!!

Mirage said...

Well said. But if memories die... how can they be called 'memories' in the first place. I mean, arnt they supposed to last forever?

Anonymous said...

everything dies... even memories do... we still call 'em memories for just a reference... for when the truth makes its naked dance... everythin else looks real ugly...

p.s. n' sometimes we're even ashamed that they were once alive...

: M : said...

hmm...

i feel bloblike very often. the good thing about blobs is that they tend to bounce.

Anonymous said...

but how can you be so sure... maybe you bounce... but even the balloons do... you can be a balloon... that makes young kids happy...

Anonymous said...

thanks for askin me that...