prosepiece - to 2013

want to know what it's like not to want all the time all the wishing and missing and biding our time want to feel, make it real, want you just to be mine... stead of coming and going and losing our minds.  want to wake up and have you, make home for ourselves, as a unit, less movement, more room just to dwell, as we have everything we could need to love free, just us two, as a duo, how sweet it will be.

prosepiece - thirty

thirty days not long enough to barrel though do all the STUFF
for work and life and love and play
just need more minutes more hours more days
to take the time to do it all right
not rushing and hustling and juggling life
but letting take all the time we desire
to savor each second, have our hearts feel inspired.

Sandy Space Saver

Just in case this mega-noreaster-cane takes us out of commission through the end of this month (likely) at least i'll have this space saved for my "october 2012" post.  

distracted ditty

with special thanks to Cody Moore.  Mahalo Bitches.

prosepiece - these

these days you haunt my dreams 

it seems our lives may be separate 

but our minds still cling to twisted, miss it, used to bes, 

subconscious still wants it or can't set it free.

those past still creep into our brains, 

but being, foreseeing with all that remains, 

so much better than bothered by want or disdain, 

fill our heads up so blurry with far from mundane.

and in future, for use for, our de ja vus

keep dreams so forereeling to see me and you.

prosepiece - need

need your tangibility
to let it go
wash over we
supreme in its entirety
i crave the touch, the feel, of being
you and me...
and us so freely
ways we'll be, immersed ideally
in love..
us two, i dream we'll be
so *charmed in our proximity.

prosepiece - will

i will be
whole again,
no need to worry
or hurry
to mend.
the time
that it takes
to heal all the breaks
and the cracks
and the holes
in my sometimes bruised soul.
it's gonna be fine
feels the same every time
leaving so disinclined
of my heart to consign.
so go steady with me,
resolute and persisting...
be patient with me,
we could find it's the best thing..

prosepiece - think

think i just need a minute
to get my self withit
so truly want to giveit
to you all ways and commit it.
to my self, and you, and we,
allow us really just to be
the way we will and so foresee;
love.. in perpetuity.

prosepiece - sometimes

sometimes it's just,
all too much
the going's always going
and yet never enough.
give more of yourself,
of your time and your STUFF
need a break, to slow down
catch our breath
and adjust...
to a languid life so loving
leaving, everything for
nothing's so important
to be rushing
constant chaos always crushing...
so let languor linger longer
lull our breathing,
time to wander
through whatever, ever fonder...
gorgeous options still to ponder...

prosepiece - each

to each
and every
one     is     only
self is
foremost
leaves each lonely
one to
other and
always displacing
the truth
     which is rooted
in      constant     effacing . . .
     but only so much
can come from erasing
be honest, truthful,
     so useful
          when it's time for appraising.
all these things that
add up to
define
our     whole     being
but constant
division
enforces our seeing
our selves as we're really
it might be so freeing
to accept,
disconnect,
and embrace what's been fleeting.

filler

so it seems i've been a little distracted

to those i used to know

dear former friends,

sometimes i stumble upon things that are outrageous, whose outrageousness only YOU would truly appreciate.  sometimes they're not even outrageous stumblings, but maybe just ironic ruminations about our past that, when looking back, seem suddenly transformed.  in those moments, i miss being able to reach out to you.  laugh over our shared past and reminiscence.  but then i sober to the present.  you and i don't laugh together anymore.

sometimes, i remember who i used to be when you knew me.  i think you'd find the core of me to have remained largely unchanged.  things were just simpler then.  i wonder if i'll ever be able to say that about this moment.  now.  sometimes when i wonder things like that i wish you were still around to discuss it with.

occasionally i'll wonder how it all happened.  how we ever became so splintered and fragmented that there could be a break of irreparable magnitude.  i remember so much maintenance along the way.  sometimes i think about the effort i made to keep our friendship from falling apart, and then i think about the times i walked away and let it shatter behind me.  sometimes closure is a project you have to craft on your own.

i have lots of old friends, and new ones.  but none of them will ever know me in the same way you did, as the person i was... or how i've grown.  no two will ever communicate in the way that we could, only with each other.  it's what bestfriendships are made of.  and each is unique and precious in those qualities.  any time you develop one of those friendships, you can almost wrap yourself in it.  it's a safety blanket of love, and understanding, and connection that just cannot be replicated or replaced.  it's the shared fear, the intimacy of friendships or any other relationship for that matter.  you told me your darkest secrets, shared with me your deepest fears, confided in me your inner-most thoughts about all the things that mattered to you.  

and now, you're just someone i used to know.

i hope you're happy, whoever you turned out to be.

so long,
corey lynn.

ok