Wednesday, February 24, 2010
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
best friend
i think about you often
i pat my chest
and say youre in there
but this weather is so cold
and our connection freezes
i pat my chest
and say thats how life is
metaphors are my explanations
i want to tell them to you
but steady is my hand over my heart,
it swats out others actually
and i feel an apathetic pulse
i pat my chest
and say youre in there
but this weather is so cold
and our connection freezes
i pat my chest
and say thats how life is
metaphors are my explanations
i want to tell them to you
but steady is my hand over my heart,
it swats out others actually
and i feel an apathetic pulse
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
take care of you
When I said I wanted to take care of you
I didn't mean you couldn't take care of yourself
that you weren't capable
I didn't mean to stab at your pride
No, that's not what I meant
I mean the smile when your eyes first open
I mean the touch that pulls you from slipping
I mean conversations
no burdens
just listening
I mean comfortable in your skin
& mine, to wrap around you
I mean giving you how you make me feel
I didn't mean you couldn't take care of yourself
that you weren't capable
I didn't mean to stab at your pride
No, that's not what I meant
I mean the smile when your eyes first open
I mean the touch that pulls you from slipping
I mean conversations
no burdens
just listening
I mean comfortable in your skin
& mine, to wrap around you
I mean giving you how you make me feel
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
i hope you rest easy
nervous chatter evolved into trips
and hugs and tears,
discussions and silence.
you were so beautiful,
but men had stepped on your spine
and your son was stepping on mine.
i said it wasn't your fault,
please don't cry,
but your back curved in concern.
i wanted to be like you in many ways,
to mend hearts at the price of my own
but your eyes haunted me at times.
I wanted to straighten your bones,
smooth the crooked path,
but how could i
when i let my own snap?
so i had to run far
from you and him, so far
to find where i am now.
my love for him burned away
but i still wonder how you are
and hugs and tears,
discussions and silence.
you were so beautiful,
but men had stepped on your spine
and your son was stepping on mine.
i said it wasn't your fault,
please don't cry,
but your back curved in concern.
i wanted to be like you in many ways,
to mend hearts at the price of my own
but your eyes haunted me at times.
I wanted to straighten your bones,
smooth the crooked path,
but how could i
when i let my own snap?
so i had to run far
from you and him, so far
to find where i am now.
my love for him burned away
but i still wonder how you are
Monday, February 8, 2010
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
old stuff
Schedules
I know that love can't be built upon excuses
Well maybe he didn't know
Maybe he's just scared
All these wobbling boards
I never saw anything upheld by maybes
Never saw a foundation of sometimes
But he's so busy
He's always working
and he's really driven
He just doesn't have a lot of time
I mean he's got a really hectic schedule
such a busy schedule
Yeah but,
does he know yours?
But It's Inspiration
It's tearing me to pieces but it's inspiration
its an anchor im looking up from
its cutting at me so creatively
with its broken hearted abilities
killing responsibilities
i may lay without a sound
in darkly lit rooms
but my hands are moving
my mind is running
miles away from here
I know that love can't be built upon excuses
Well maybe he didn't know
Maybe he's just scared
All these wobbling boards
I never saw anything upheld by maybes
Never saw a foundation of sometimes
But he's so busy
He's always working
and he's really driven
He just doesn't have a lot of time
I mean he's got a really hectic schedule
such a busy schedule
Yeah but,
does he know yours?
But It's Inspiration
It's tearing me to pieces but it's inspiration
its an anchor im looking up from
its cutting at me so creatively
with its broken hearted abilities
killing responsibilities
i may lay without a sound
in darkly lit rooms
but my hands are moving
my mind is running
miles away from here
Monday, February 1, 2010
pretty girls
pretty girls pull off
short hair and piercings
they laugh holding their beer
and pretend to look away
pretty girls show their crafted jaw,
and unconventional style
pretty girls are
lonely and busy
they stay up creating worlds
you can see with only passion
pretty girls imagine and improve
listen and suffer
scream and evolve
they don't beauty sleep
pretty girls shape their souls
with no easy effort
short hair and piercings
they laugh holding their beer
and pretend to look away
pretty girls show their crafted jaw,
and unconventional style
pretty girls are
lonely and busy
they stay up creating worlds
you can see with only passion
pretty girls imagine and improve
listen and suffer
scream and evolve
they don't beauty sleep
pretty girls shape their souls
with no easy effort
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