Tomorrow I will leave this place
But not for where I intended,
Not where I intended to go.
I will fly with metal wings
And a hundred other strangers
To the desert of my heritage
To watch history,
Bloated and full of tubes,
die.
In one hour, I leave to see my dying grandmother in Nevada. Please be with me, even if my words are scarce for a week or so.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
Sunday, August 23, 2009
I want to know so many things (alternate) [9/22/09 @ 4:09 PM]
Does the sky lay dormant
Stewing in its own blue
When no one's looking out the window?
There are too many people
Looking out the window
For the world to ever know.
Do the beds in hotels
Leap up and dance
When no one is snoring in their quilts?
Too many people are not at home
For the world to ever know.
Do the people here abandon politics and kiss
When they set aside their spite?
The people in this town are too full of hate
For them to ever know.
Does my mother sit down and cry at night
When she begs God to save my soul?
The walls are too thick between my mother and I
So I will never know.
This is the first version. The current one is happier, and worded better. I still like the last verse, even if it is depressing...
Stewing in its own blue
When no one's looking out the window?
There are too many people
Looking out the window
For the world to ever know.
Do the beds in hotels
Leap up and dance
When no one is snoring in their quilts?
Too many people are not at home
For the world to ever know.
Do the people here abandon politics and kiss
When they set aside their spite?
The people in this town are too full of hate
For them to ever know.
Does my mother sit down and cry at night
When she begs God to save my soul?
The walls are too thick between my mother and I
So I will never know.
This is the first version. The current one is happier, and worded better. I still like the last verse, even if it is depressing...
I want to know so many things [9/22/09 @ 4:34 PM]
Does the sky lay dormant
Stewing in its own blue
When no one's looking out the window?
There are too many people looking out the window
For the world to ever know.
Do the beds in hotel rooms
Leap up and dance
When no one is dreaming in their quilts?
Too many people are not at home
For the world to ever know.
Do the bears and the birds
Make love in the trees
When the T.V.'s don't tell them who to love?
National Geographic screams too loud
For the world to ever know.
Do the people here
Abandon politics and kiss
When they set their spite aside?
The people in this town are too full of hate
For the world to ever know.
What?! A titled poem?! Blasphemy!
In any case, this is my favorite that I've ever written... Hotel rooms are good for the writer, I guess... Something to do with taking me out of my comfort zone? Or maybe just insomnia from sharing a room with a snoring stepfather.
Stewing in its own blue
When no one's looking out the window?
There are too many people looking out the window
For the world to ever know.
Do the beds in hotel rooms
Leap up and dance
When no one is dreaming in their quilts?
Too many people are not at home
For the world to ever know.
Do the bears and the birds
Make love in the trees
When the T.V.'s don't tell them who to love?
National Geographic screams too loud
For the world to ever know.
Do the people here
Abandon politics and kiss
When they set their spite aside?
The people in this town are too full of hate
For the world to ever know.
What?! A titled poem?! Blasphemy!
In any case, this is my favorite that I've ever written... Hotel rooms are good for the writer, I guess... Something to do with taking me out of my comfort zone? Or maybe just insomnia from sharing a room with a snoring stepfather.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Untitled [6/18/09 @ 10:06 AM]
Shaky hands
Nervous feet
Jumping legs,
All the symptoms
But no cause
Except for him
And my heart joins the dance
As he pretends to stretch,
Looks back at me,
And begins tapping his feet.
How embarassing. Ah well. It was a part of my life.
There were two little hearts, one at the top, one at the bottom... Disgusting. xD
Nervous feet
Jumping legs,
All the symptoms
But no cause
Except for him
And my heart joins the dance
As he pretends to stretch,
Looks back at me,
And begins tapping his feet.
How embarassing. Ah well. It was a part of my life.
There were two little hearts, one at the top, one at the bottom... Disgusting. xD
Untitled [6/17/09 @ 8:58 PM]
The first time I ate sushi
It tasted sweet
Then it occured to me what I was eating.
The first time I ate a lie
It tasted sweet
Then it occured to me what I had just swallowed.
This one's old, and short. Profound? You tell me.
It tasted sweet
Then it occured to me what I was eating.
The first time I ate a lie
It tasted sweet
Then it occured to me what I had just swallowed.
This one's old, and short. Profound? You tell me.
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Untitled [9/20/09 @ 11:45 PM]
Dark in the room
She flips a switch
I hear the hiss
Of gasoline
Flaring out of
The tiny silver mechanism
Like a sun that will only last as long as she can hold her thumb down for
Still dark in the room
She lights a wick
Flame takes charge
Reaches out
With orange fingers
Singing the air
And sending smoke into the lungs of
whatever critters are crawling about on my furniture
Still dark in the room
She lights another
A couple of more
Till we're surrounded by
A circle of fire
It lights the room
But I couldn't notice the shadows on the walls when it was dark
Now light in the room
She picks up the candles
One by one
Blows them out
And blows right through me
Out the door
Leaving nothing but the smell of rosemary and smoke in my lungs
Hotels give me writer's diarrhea... Sorry, was that inappropriate?
She flips a switch
I hear the hiss
Of gasoline
Flaring out of
The tiny silver mechanism
Like a sun that will only last as long as she can hold her thumb down for
Still dark in the room
She lights a wick
Flame takes charge
Reaches out
With orange fingers
Singing the air
And sending smoke into the lungs of
whatever critters are crawling about on my furniture
Still dark in the room
She lights another
A couple of more
Till we're surrounded by
A circle of fire
It lights the room
But I couldn't notice the shadows on the walls when it was dark
Now light in the room
She picks up the candles
One by one
Blows them out
And blows right through me
Out the door
Leaving nothing but the smell of rosemary and smoke in my lungs
Hotels give me writer's diarrhea... Sorry, was that inappropriate?
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