tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-37476837844452939802012-01-31T18:44:43.924-08:00Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09928697415741124854noreply@blogger.comBlogger71100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747683784445293980.post-82808779594691820502008-09-24T06:26:00.000-07:002008-09-26T05:47:32.526-07:00She flung words at me;<br />they struck me in the heart<br />stuck like letter magnets on a refrigerator<br />arranged like a work of art.<br />This is her way of crying.<br />This is also mine.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747683784445293980-8280877959469182050?l=neverendingsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09928697415741124854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747683784445293980.post-64011972417435628742008-09-20T16:33:00.001-07:002008-09-21T02:00:04.281-07:00My every hue is just another shade of you.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747683784445293980-6401197241743562874?l=neverendingsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09928697415741124854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747683784445293980.post-24283052900603551222008-09-15T01:45:00.000-07:002008-09-17T14:09:29.442-07:00<span>Who are you to me<br />but the keeper of confessions<br />and secrets of mine?<br />These words?<br />They'll mean nothing with the passage of time.<br />If only I could leave<br />something more than momentary behind-<br />maybe, then I could rest in peace.<br /></span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747683784445293980-2428305290060355122?l=neverendingsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09928697415741124854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747683784445293980.post-51586060068943968692008-09-12T15:26:00.000-07:002008-09-17T14:38:52.600-07:00The raindrops feel altogether different today<br />under the same skies but days far from old.<br />I am disappointed how fickle<br />my love for something as inevitable<br />and certain<br />as falling water<br />fades so easily<br />with the changing the seasons<br />and the chapters of my life.<br />Maybe it wasn't meant to be;<br />perhaps my love is better invested elsewhere.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747683784445293980-5158606006894396869?l=neverendingsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09928697415741124854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747683784445293980.post-87042788071216073182008-09-10T23:04:00.000-07:002008-09-12T14:42:23.952-07:00At times it feels like I'm sitting by the corner of a street<br />watching everyone go by<br />concerned with their "matters of consequence"<br />places to go, things to do<br />only stopping momentarily because the lights say "don't walk"<br />so we spend a moment together<br />unnoticed<br />and then they move on<br />and I'm still sitting here, anonymously<br />at the corner of two streets everyone knows.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747683784445293980-8704278807121607318?l=neverendingsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09928697415741124854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747683784445293980.post-61294229781804926092008-09-02T00:09:00.000-07:002008-09-17T13:31:48.895-07:00Losing myself lying on the grass<br />watching clouds give birth<br />and pass;<br />I lose track of the time<br />and it slips out the backdoor<br />without saying goodbye.<br />I am finally alone<br />and it should be obvious to me why<br />but I'm too caught up watching the sky.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747683784445293980-6129422978180492609?l=neverendingsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09928697415741124854noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3747683784445293980.post-12262114236480097232008-08-31T14:24:00.000-07:002008-09-17T19:03:54.146-07:00The more I think of you<br />the more I realize I'm still alive<br />and should be doing more<br />than just trying to survive;<br />so I find myself wishing again<br />that I could take this piece of crumpled paper<br />flatten out the creases<br />and fold it into something beautiful for you to see<br />because right now I'm not where I want to be.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3747683784445293980-1226211423648009723?l=neverendingsilence.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Erichttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09928697415741124854noreply@blogger.com0