somniare.

sometimes, my head explodes

Excuses for silence March 6, 2014

Filed under: almost poetic,bits and pieces — somniare @ 3:51 am

It’s becoming more and more difficult to find my way back here. Attempting to recall my old email addresses and passwords become the equivalent of being lost in a once familiar forest.

 

Here I am, and I miss being lost. In a way, it gave me an excuse to be silent.

 

But I DO have words to share, should they be in the form of stories or ambiguous vignettes. I live, therefore I write.

 

It’s been too long this time. So much time has passed that I have forgotten how to speak, only think.

 

Thoughts perch like birds on

My shoulder, shaped like words then

fall at my feet. Sleep.

 

morning fragments September 10, 2008

Filed under: bits and pieces — somniare @ 9:42 am

The days are themed, it seems.

Today is ‘C’ words. Caffeine, cigarettes, catharsis, catastrophe, cataclysm, cleanse, calm.

My thoughts need double spacing this morning. Room to run around. They jump on the letters and mock me like mean children.

I’ll wait for them to exhaust themselves… fall asleep on the floor in a sugar coma.

I’ve been awake for an hour and already, I’m thinking about sleep.

It’s quiet in The Eye today. Misleading… I’ve only gone deaf. Blind. And dumb. Old and worn. Tired and bored.

 

tonight’s pieces July 18, 2008

Filed under: bits and pieces — somniare @ 11:52 pm

If I begged for refrain, would the music slow? Demands… go no further… disregarded as crescendo reaches to milk the last drops from my burning eyes. Sad, melting metaphors… the rising… the falling… rhyme and reason drip from ancient strings. All that I cannot say.

 

today’s pieces July 2, 2008

Filed under: bits and pieces — somniare @ 11:50 pm

Just a couple things I wrote down through the course of the day…

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slip stubbornly into the night
the volatile discourse between light and horizon
pull the curtains, they don’t need to see this.

face aglow, lovely starlit depravity
keep moving, keep it warm
behind closed doors, hold the sharp edges near.
————————————–

————————————–
Answer the images
their questions flung like tiny paper airplanes in a rain soaked crowd
landing haphazardly tucked between eyelashes,
mistaken for debris from the sky… or dusty tears…
and brushed aside.
—————————————

 

dissonant April 23, 2008

Filed under: almost poetic,bits and pieces — somniare @ 12:22 pm

I hear you listening.

Shh.

can’t be but whispers now…

Hear them ring lovely
my wind chime cries-
here lies my child’s eye.

 

i fade now. December 7, 2007

Filed under: bits and pieces,from the mute to the deaf,hell is other people — somniare @ 11:43 am

Disclaimers may find one impervious:

Caution, tread carefully as this ground is unsteady.
Warning, even self-inflicted isolation kills.
Beware, I may be hazardous to your health.
Stop! Danger ahead!
Save Yourself or Die Trying is what should be written.

 

how we remember October 29, 2007

Filed under: bits and pieces — somniare @ 10:51 am

You corrode my memory.
A raw existence
like rust destroying childhood
happiness found in
favorite bicycles.