Saturday, January 14, 2006

Feeling Time

It flowed passed me again.
The night.
Full of smoked eyes and pushed in hearts.
Scratches of Lied Passions leaving marks.
Telling stories of their passing.
And even though you want to care,
Really care,
All that spills out is sad laughter.
Cheap shots replace sweet whispers.
Angry glares instead of love filled eyes.
The heart gets scabbed over.
And the night still pulls you along.
You can see the ones already gone.
But also, there are the fresh ones.
New to it all.
And making it all new with their openness.
So I guess there is hope.
Which is a teasing possibility.
But the dark side of hope is that you know.
That there was a chance to be fulfilled.
Even as you fail.


Blogger Sugar said...

OMFG...your alive!!!!
Glad your back, even if you are a little morose!

January 14, 2006 at 8:33 PM  
Blogger Kerry said...

oh rex!!! i have missed you so much! i need to relink you darling! i thought i had lost you. *tears* thank godness we all love to circle each other!

hell yeah doll!

January 14, 2006 at 8:40 PM  
Blogger De.vile said...

Your hot when your venemous.

Im glad you are alive too, but I cant see whats the relief all about.

January 15, 2006 at 9:01 AM  
Blogger saby said...

heyyy Rex

i been seeing my shrink so much
i bcome a shrink too

i advise u to see more of Kerry (idiot! not wat u r tinking)

and less of the de vile

January 15, 2006 at 9:22 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Another great post.

Welcome back Rex baby!

Rock on!!

January 15, 2006 at 9:57 PM  
Anonymous Jackal said...

'Full of smoked eyes and pushed in hearts.'
Wonderful line.

January 16, 2006 at 2:51 PM  

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