Wednesday, July 02, 2003

So...
Just so you guys know, I've decided to start using this blog to share some of my poetry/lyrics/etc... that I've made up or think are especially beautiful. However, I will still be making regular posts here as well. Hmmm.... perhaps I'll make a special lyrics blog. Or maybe that would be too much of a hassle, who knows. It's around 1:30 AM at the moment, but I don't really feel like sleeping. Which probably is not a good idea, as I have to work tomorrow. But Oh well! Screw that! Special Preview just for you: Here's two bits of poems that I will probably never finish, as I have lost the mood and it occured a fairly long time ago. By the way, if you have poetry, share it! :-p
1. The clock is ticking 2.Oooh, they're so young
the bell has rung and oooh, they think they know
the day has come and oooh you middle-aged silt-suckers
the day has come
(Talk about angsty)
It's time to rise
none left to despise
they have all gone
they have all gone
Shelter (A Dream Gathers)
Once again by me

This is my holy place
This is my temple
Where I feel the rhythms
Where the water ripples and echoes
Where the feelings pulsate

Thoughts reflect in the water and take on form
Shades of blue, tints of grey, laced with silver
Feathers blow in the wind
A dream gathers and takes flight

*Spreading my wings out
Feeling the warmth of the sun
Soaring through the sky
Troubles chew the dust


The storm brews, folds and doubles
I hold it in the palm of my hand
Caressing the raw energy
The balance teeters and sways
*

Billowing mist collects along the ground
The floor cracks and falls from under me
Falling freedom follows after
Feels like love
*x2
This is my heart
This is my head
Where life seems clear
Where chaos is beautiful
Where dreams are born

Tuesday, July 01, 2003


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Sulky Girl
By: Me
I see you sulking,
breathing your sighs.
Feathers in your hair,
rollin' your eyes.

You'd rather be dancin'
out in the summer sun.
Wearin' your mom's old dress,
damn the sixties were fun.

*She's my summer sulky girl
My ecstatic trippy queen
The happiest I've ever been


You pretend that you don't
see the boys peekin' through the fence.
So caught up,
glowin' in your own essence.

Searchin' for lost treasures
hidden in boxes in the attic.
The dust caught you up,
the air was so static.

*

Your backyard afternoon sessions
Your winter-long depressions
The sun you made dance with the willows
the dandelions that blew in whirlwinds
... just for you

*
My summer sulky girl
Happiest I've ever been