May 7, 2008

nostalgia, regret;
lose yourself, beautifully,
in their warm embrace.

May 6, 2008

it's easy to feel
so close to falling when you're
on a pedestal

May 5, 2008

The old becomes new,
when seen from another side.
Take a walk and see.

May 4, 2008

broken into tribes,
look at how we divide us.
Eternal folly.

May 3, 2008

My soul is empty,
I need to be filled again.
Sing a song for me.

May 2, 2008

empty structure
meant for housing human lives.
the wind blows through it.

May 1, 2008

a cynic is just
an idealist who fears
they'll get burned again


(for what it's worth: the tune to "Me and Bobby McGee" was running through my head repeatedly as I was writing this one)