Tell Me How to Forget |
I woke up today and my reflection told me I was going to drive myself crazy, and I know it's true, just watching you slip through my fingers like my sanity. I didn't know what to say, or if he w...
Posted by Backhanded Compliment on Tue, 04 Mar 2008 03:32:00 PST |
Fence |
It's never been my intent to forget you. I've always tried to walk the fine line between abandonment and acceptance, the way I tried to walk the fence between my house growing up down the...
Posted by Backhanded Compliment on Sun, 02 Mar 2008 06:25:00 PST |
Atlas Shrugged |
I can't write about this. Not the way I want to. I can't twist words to match something like this, can't make them reach the pitch my skin sings under the hard press of your fingertips, f...
Posted by Backhanded Compliment on Tue, 26 Feb 2008 03:12:00 PST |
3 AM, Again |
It's past 3 am again, and I close my eyes and humm my after-midnight mantra. I'm not lonely. Rolling over again, and again, my body searching for some comfort in this spraw...
Posted by Backhanded Compliment on Wed, 13 Feb 2008 04:08:00 PST |
The Details |
You stuttered rhythmic inconsistencies like they were carrying your heartbeat. Then intermittently dangled your smile in front of me like a guilt threaded memory, perhaps even the very same one that u...
Posted by Backhanded Compliment on Wed, 06 Feb 2008 02:54:00 PST |
Fear of Silence |
I haven't slept in my room in weeks now, the couch, it's.. alright.
instead of my bed I drift in to midnight daydreams lost inside the tv's flicker-white pergatory light.
staring at the ceiling for ho...
Posted by Backhanded Compliment on Sat, 12 Jan 2008 10:51:00 PST |
Jesus and the Amnesiac |
Every day of the year I give things away for no reason other than because I can, and I'd rather give than receive any day. Things are things and there's no comparing feelings to the mater...
Posted by Backhanded Compliment on Tue, 25 Dec 2007 11:12:00 PST |
All You Can Eat |
roll over and wake, sit up and dangle your legs over the edge of your bed, the edge of this allegory,
right between sunrise and wiping the sleep from your eyes sometimes it's the one thing thats cle...
Posted by Backhanded Compliment on Mon, 17 Dec 2007 04:05:00 PST |
Severance |
If you cut your fingers off, you can still feel them tingle, the pinch of pinpricks, Seems severance is never final, it's only the begining of a whole new itch. The kind you can't reach to scrat...
Posted by Backhanded Compliment on Fri, 07 Dec 2007 01:24:00 PST |
Quittin Time |
I've gotten in up in front of a microphone and a lot of people more times than i can count now. From coffee shops to Nationals, doing awful, and doing great. In all the years I've been do...
Posted by Backhanded Compliment on Wed, 24 Oct 2007 08:18:00 PST |
