There's a girl on roller blades in the street
and I was never that girl I stayed in, a geek
and I got less attention but i got less skinned knees
and I haven't felt lonely for 7 whole weeks
and I don't know how it happened
how I happened upon "happy"
and the fact is I used to write poetry for me
but these days I write poetry for you to read
Friday, April 5, 2013
Thursday, April 4, 2013
Blow Out The Candles // Don't Blink
every moment comes back
between waking and sleep
every breath sucked in
every sigh of relief
she remembers the night
she called you from the swing
"i can't stop shaking"
she can't stop anything
one life is growing
one life's on the brink
life keeps rushing forward
every time that she blinks
sometimes the time hits her
so hard she can't breathe
and she starts missing the
wasted birthday wishes
she never thought
she'd need
between waking and sleep
every breath sucked in
every sigh of relief
she remembers the night
she called you from the swing
"i can't stop shaking"
she can't stop anything
one life is growing
one life's on the brink
life keeps rushing forward
every time that she blinks
sometimes the time hits her
so hard she can't breathe
and she starts missing the
wasted birthday wishes
she never thought
she'd need
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
Tuesday, April 2, 2013
rhyme scheme. day dream.
I know I dreamed about you
Because I woke up feeling safe
I know you've watched close enough
To see the secrets cross my face
I know how to spend an hour
Staring at the ceiling
And I know that the scientists
Haven't found the antidote for feelings
I know there’s nothing harder to let go of
Because I woke up feeling safe
I know you've watched close enough
To see the secrets cross my face
I know how to spend an hour
Staring at the ceiling
And I know that the scientists
Haven't found the antidote for feelings
I know there’s nothing harder to let go of
Then worn out worries
My particular brand of knowledge
Doesn't help on tests
But it tells the best
Stories
Monday, April 1, 2013
Intro: A Letter to Myself
Rummage through
The back corners of your mind
Dig up inspiration
Set aside the time
Dip a metaphorical quill
In your metaphorical ink
In other words,
Boot up your computer screen
Qaunity over quality for this
Once a year holiday
And if people are kind enough to listen
Tell them what you have to say
Today marks the begining of National Poetry Month, check back for a poem-a-day :)
The back corners of your mind
Dig up inspiration
Set aside the time
Dip a metaphorical quill
In your metaphorical ink
In other words,
Boot up your computer screen
Qaunity over quality for this
Once a year holiday
And if people are kind enough to listen
Tell them what you have to say
Today marks the begining of National Poetry Month, check back for a poem-a-day :)
Saturday, March 16, 2013
Parched
I wish I could bottle up hope
And sip it throughout the day
Because though it is so fresh it the morning
The flavor slips away
And sip it throughout the day
Because though it is so fresh it the morning
The flavor slips away
Sunday, February 24, 2013
//
I drew parallel lines across the sky
They never crossed, but you crossed my mind
I loose track of clouds, I loose track of time
I don't know what I'm doing but
I try
They never crossed, but you crossed my mind
I loose track of clouds, I loose track of time
I don't know what I'm doing but
I try
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