tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35390472701908771212011-07-30T19:59:02.187-07:00Blades and BonesCurmudgeon Cainnoreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3539047270190877121.post-22310488764893336812010-04-04T12:17:00.000-07:002010-04-04T12:22:48.009-07:00Mismatch<div style="text-align: center;">Beams of the yellow sun began to subdue as the gray sky made its heavy presence felt<br /><br />I walked along the busy street against the flow of passersby<br /><br />My strides refusing to proceed, as if struggling to whisper me something<br /><br />But my ears were drowning in the honking noise and the senseless chitchat<br /><br /><span lang="EN-US">Distracted by a familiar silhouette in my periphery<br /></span><span lang="EN-US"></span><br /><span lang="EN-US">Someone waiting, growing ever more impatient as the clock ticked ever more loudly</span><span lang="EN-US"></span><br /><br /><span lang="EN-US">I was where I had to be, but her wait was for everything else except me<br /><br /></span>I walked along as my mind wandered and basked in a beautifully painful nostalgia<span style="font-size: 11pt; line-height: 115%; font-family: "Calibri","sans-serif";" lang="EN-US"></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3539047270190877121-2231048876489333681?l=bladesandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Curmudgeon Cainnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3539047270190877121.post-22722422878831772912010-04-04T11:52:00.000-07:002010-04-04T12:02:50.478-07:00Obsession<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family:georgia;">Crying with <span style="font-size:180%;">tears</span> that sting with <span style="font-size:180%;">dryness</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;">A <span style="font-size:180%;">smile</span> from me you can no longer <span style="font-size:180%;">steal</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;">Overflowing <span style="font-size:180%;">emotions</span>, sensations are a <span style="font-size:180%;">mess</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I need to know that <span style="font-size:180%;">right</span> is what I <span style="font-size:180%;">feel</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;">You are there but I don't feel your presence</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;">I <span style="font-size:180%;">struggle</span> to ask if I can <span style="font-size:180%;">keep</span> you here<br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;">I <span style="font-size:180%;">think</span> of you more in <span style="font-size:180%;">distance</span> and <span style="font-size:180%;">silence</span><br /><br /></span><span style="font-family:georgia;">It <span style="font-size:180%;">hurts</span> to <span style="font-size:180%;">part</span> but it <span style="font-size:180%;">pains</span> me more that you're <span style="font-size:180%;">near</span></span><br /></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3539047270190877121-2272242287883177291?l=bladesandbones.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Curmudgeon Cainnoreply@blogger.com0