Ponderous Pigeon

The moments I have never had. The days that have not passed, I see them as tomorrow. I see a reflection of a life not reflected. And even though I am here looking at a person there. I see myself twice, and it's only me. ...

I bent the truth and broke your trust. I cheated to win, but I am only victorious in your loss. And now I can never compete for your love, as I am bound to lose. What I would give to be tied with you again. ...

Never pass up the opportunity for time alone. You should not be afraid of your own company. You do not have to seek it out, but you should never shy away from it. ...

Los momentos que nunca has tenido. Los días que no has pasados, lo miro como son mañana. Veo el reflejo de una vida no reflejado. Y aunque yo estoy aquí mirando un persona ayi. Me veo dos beses, y solamente es yo. ...

I am rarely where I stand. Maybe it's the writer in me. I am an ocean away, from the shores where I can be found. Dreaming upon horizons yet sunset. You need not find me, for I am not lost. ...

We suffer many deaths before we are ever put in the ground. None easier than the last. I fear the deaths in-between moments that often go unseen. Until a shovel is needed, I shall be. ...

Blessed To the night that ends before it began. To the evening that will never see the mourning it went to bed for. The door never opened. To the sneeze never... ...

Yes. One with claws. People enter my court, demanding I speak. I would write them 10 words, if it would save me speaking one. My voice is even. Not from practice, but from being blown out. It takes hope to run ones mouth. Something I sorely lack since making it out of childhood. "Why so quiet?" What would I say ...

Lost. Similar to a sneeze that was not forgiven. It stays within me. If only a high-true could wipe away all that it implies. Bless you. ...

Many names have been tattooed across my flesh and yours is the only one that doesn't heal. ...

For all the today's spent thinking about tomorrow. I hope to see you then. ...

Just waiting to be taken off the shelf. All the stories I would freely share, should you just put your hands on me. Chapters of life long lived, lived long ago. Pages of parables poignantly placed for your pleasure. Please take me off the shelf. I have a story I'd like to tell. It starts with the most fascinating person finding an old book... ...

I have been questioning my existence ever since I knew I had one. And while ownership has never been contested. I still question if it's mine. I do not believe in a higher power. So I will not give credit to my existence. Should my fate end in hell, I would request an audience. So that whomever be so bold, can declare authorship. ...

Lips so beautiful and lush, like pillows, not to rest your head, but your dreams. ...

Gaze upon all of the words I have collected over the years. How might I arrange them? So that I may have your acceptance. ...