some wings are made of carbon steel

There she is, in the center

A beautiful blur against the dark

Eyes glowing, hair flowing

Accidently, unknowingly, the star of tonight

Physically, she blends in with the crowd

But her intensity stands out

Her vibrant life is spilling out of her

Shining for anyone to see

And yet, she is still unaware

Captivating all those around her

She cuts around people

Weaving in and out of the smallest spaces

Yet never touching anyone, never interfering

She seems completely unconcerned with what the world thinks of her

She somehow hung onto that carefree attitude we once had as children

And there's something oddly compelling about it

And as she glides and weaves and cuts and turns

You feel as if you're seeing her

In her truest form, her natural habitat

You begin to understand that it's actually subtly brave

To give a glimpse of her most real self in front of all these strangers

She's strong

She's beautiful

She's alive

She's free

And even though you're just on the outside looking in

She makes you feel all these things too

And suddenly it's obvious

As you see her incredible joy out there

That she skates

Not just because she feels powerful on the ice

But because it's the closest she can get

To flying

three years later

It's not even rush hour, but I take my alternate route anyway. You'd probably laugh at me if you knew that three years later, I still haven't given up the habits that started with you. That I still go out of my way to drive past your house, because it was once an excuse to try to run into you. Because maybe, just maybe, I'd see your crappy old car in the driveway. And then maybe, just maybe, you'd be just walking in, or getting your mail, or coming back from a run. And then, of course, I'd have to stop in and talk with you. You'd joke about how I had caught you just at the right time, not knowing that I had actually planned it that way. You'd offer me coffee, and then sit there drinking yours--black, as always. I always made fun of you for how gross it tasted, but I secretly thought that it made you that much more manly and attractive. You'd turn on the TV, but we'd always do more talking than watching. We'd debate politics, we'd debate sports. I'd try to keep up, but you were always smarter than I. I mean, you still are. Then there would come a point when you would say that you really do need to get work done, and that you'd see me next time. Filled with hope, I would smile and ask "When is next time?" But you'd let me down, shrugging and saying "I don't know." And I would drive home, both pleased and frustrated. Because as much as I cherished those times with you, I knew that they would never mean to you what they meant to me. Because our friendship was beautiful, but my thirst for more was ruining my perception of it. Because I don't just want your coffee, your conversation, or even just your time. I want you. And that want will never be satisfied. And as I think this, I realize that I'm once again sitting outside your house. But your crappy car isn't in the driveway, and you won't be walking outside for anything. Because you're gone, but the memories aren't. And three years later, I can't stop thinking about you.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rUONo7dPTGI

for when I get jealous

When I really think about it
If my love is really true
When you say she makes you happy
Then I guess I'm happy too

11:11

There was a time when I made wishes
But wishes don't come true
So now on eleven-eleven
I say your name and think of you