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מציג פוסטים מתאריך ספטמבר, 2011

winter storm (first, you were sitting beside me)

my hands are icy cold like yours were the night I felt your radiated energy. And now you're lost! And I, aside, and we that never were shall never be, in stride. You do cross me softly from time to time; I feel your whispered embrace (frozen) in a hidden memory that never saw d a y l i g h t ! And then, you were lying beside me! But I, forgetting, 'cause you've forgotten And my rush of heartbeats, broken By the vibrations in our empty silence.

sigh

"sigh" recorded
He sighs, and I try, yeah I really do try to give meaning to the lies that he's told in his life and I cry but I don't think I'll fly (yet) 'cause of the things that I've said of my love, of my past, and the dreams that I've dreamed in this bed, in this house.
he whispers and I try not to laugh 'cause the moment is precious, though serious, and maybe this is a trap like the ones he sets up on the stairs that creak on the hour, on the dot, or the traps I create for myself to hate so I just sit there, as I wait, and I stare, and silently pray for another way, another reason to leave.
maybe I should put this off for another day.
I sigh and I see that he tries not to cry, not to give meaning to the lies that I've told as the secrets we each hold bury themselves temporarily.
I'm an artsy kind of girl but he's far too far within himself to uncurl, to unleash, other stories, other girls, I long to know where his flesh has been! …

the day i became an observer

recording of "the day i became an observer"
My muse is walking And my journal, my hand And all these thoughts, jumping Inside my head-I Want to make them STOP I – can’t – make – it – STOP It Stop It
Stopped?
And now I long for it to come back!
You see, this is An imitation Of an Imitation Of my Original poem
‘Cause walkin’s my muse and all these phrases Jumbled up inside my mind- they Make me jumbled up Inside- and I’m walkin                (awfully) close- but You don’t seem to mind- so I think I’ll keep on {walkin’} by your side And every conversation that you have I think I’ll choose to overhear So please don’t mine me [or] If you do- just Simply  w a l k   a w a y ; I’m sure I’ll find somebody else who’ll Make me want To stay
You say there’s a killer on the loose but I’m not even seventeen so I can’t take Shortcuts- I

Can’t Walk Alone- and I feel like S C R E A M I N G There’s more killers than you know, more Victims Than you [Choose to] Recognize
You say the police sent out a statement ‘cause so and so left jail x amou…

Sand

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