Backward Art

Always together... almost
Never knew you had mastered the art
Shattered, broken
Pieces of what used to be
A once complete heart
Searching for rewind
A masterpiece you created so deftly
So delicately
The whole palette turned grey
The whole scene seems backward
Always together
On keychains and nametags
Always next to each other
Yet so far apart
How you've mastered this art
The art of you and me
Seemingly so far
Torn apart
Only the remains of a heart
First three together
First the same
Always the same
But backward
How I longed to be
How I wish we could be backward art

Streams of Consciousness... or waves at least

When was the last time
The last time I felt so caffeinated
When I was selfless?
Are my hands open with my eyes shut or the other way around
All around me the scents of pumpkin and evil and cinnamon and goodness
And honesty
Amid the impurity
And thoughts abound
About life and growing up
And young pre-college people sipping chai and talking about Radiohead
And me remembering that once that was me
Once not too long ago
Wow?!
Am I getting old or mature? Neither or either?
And man do I wish I had a Mac
It would simplify things and I wouldn't have to struggle with Vista's office shutting down on me
Not the only thing shutting down
My motivation to do what I should be doing
All in good fun
And I don't think I remember as much as I used to
At least not always what I want to remember
And I should probably get off this thing
And stop using and so much...