fleeting silentbob sizzling and boiling and bubbling up inside my body frothing out my mouth i need you i need you i need you i need you i can't live without you i will live eternilly in this moment and then it passes and i go back to normal i hate making eye contact with girls i meet miss right so many times that i've come to realize she's just a figment of my psyche, something to hope for while i sit immobile in my tired little shell it lasts for but a second and then its gone... 010529 ... bethany at 4 am , at the post office side entrance to penn station. the door was so heavy it took him and i to push it open. we walked down the stairs and were the only two beaming people in NYC. my train wasn't until 11, his left at 8ish. we kissed once and are meeting for new years next year. i can still remember his face. i look at boys everywhere and think, could it be him? could it be him? but i stay stoned faced and watch them pass because i'm not in love, it's just a 'silly phase i'm going through' eh at least it isn't making a dent in the hood of someone's car. 020224 ... yummychuckle if its fleeting, its not love. i am such a liar. didnt mean to be. 020224 ... pensais moment? 'oh you're so cliche' she would lecture. and in a fleeting feeling of freedom and creativity i thought it was about doing what i wanted to do. what i felt like doing. alas, i was mistaken. 020814 ... emo My love in this cold world Your flimflam Talk to me, Matt. Fleshly thoughts reek of, Sour devotion wishywashy songs stale on my early morning breath. King's garden Viled Poisons, pour into your ear creep into your mind. Void. no true meaning. I don't trust,I don't love, And I don't believe, when you say you love me. You don't even know me. Go ahead dear, Open two eyes, wide. If you did, you couldn't love someone like me. My prose is florid with hidden hyms; devoid of attending love Personal derision weighs on my chest I know the dirigueur. required custom show no depravity. to abdicate the Original Sin (too late). I try to run my water clear still murky brown, rust in old copper pipes taints hope for us. I am a derelict of love. shamed,to be to one untrue I stand beside you, but my love is his. Truely, not with you. Fleeting. 030602 ... jane i could get off right now 030603 ... oldephebe nice writing emo 040413 ... misstree moments flee, upturned tails the mocking white flags of gently startled deer. 040413 ... jordie a flash in a void a stripe of luminesence a band of reddish white a flutter of haze a shrill echo [without the throbbing beat which is the echo] life. the sting of a camera. [amazing how the bite can freeze that which is fleeting] people. truth. understanding. what fleeting is to me. 060519 ... a clever disguise Over two years later, I still wake up every morning next to a man who allegedly had nothing more than a fleeting moment of desire to get away from his boring, miserable, perfect life when he saw me. People will call anything the most terrible thing they can think of, when really, true love (not the cliche crap, but real, persistent, understanding, unconditional love) often finds its way to you in the most unconventional and backwards ways. How many people really fell in love the pious, perfectly successive way? Sure, the love isn't born out of the ugly parts, but few real loves are devoid of them. Everyone just puts a pretty face on theirs so it looks that way. Although, to some, two years is fleeting moment. And they're not wrong, either. 111014 ... Tourist It's all gone now. Ability evaporated. Vision obscured beneath layers of Tedium. No wood carved. No paint Lovingly applied. Even simple sketches now Escape my grasp. What Happened? I am a victim of responsibility. Talent Must be Used or it Will Vanish. 140327 ... macquaria The feeling of freedom and teenage aliveness I get from listening to the music of those years. How is it that I feel so boring now? 140328 what's it to you? who go blather from