Saturday, April 25, 2009
Thursday, April 23, 2009
as green as
the shoes on her feet
won't carry her
as far as
the illusions of
the life she lived before
she is the same in theory
opposite in action
it feels like a dream
or a deja vu of fear
from swing sets on
she made promises
she couldn't keep and
now that they're broken
she can't likely take
a step in the right
wrong direction while
investing in such
a ludicrous fare
and when the sun rises
and the birds begin
to sing aloud her song
she can't help but
sleep and shake her head
at the difference in her heart
won't carry her
as far as
the illusions of
the life she lived before
she is the same in theory
opposite in action
it feels like a dream
or a deja vu of fear
from swing sets on
she made promises
she couldn't keep and
now that they're broken
she can't likely take
a step in the right
wrong direction while
investing in such
a ludicrous fare
and when the sun rises
and the birds begin
to sing aloud her song
she can't help but
sleep and shake her head
at the difference in her heart
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
stranger things
pebbled steps
the sweet smell of
an unidentifiable plant
wooden boards
creek under our feet
as our laughter
spills
onto the streets
and the people below
weeds
as tall as your knees
spotted cats make their escape
iron clad backyards
and beautiful people
with tangles in their hair
and in their hearts
new music
on shiny discs
handwritten friendship
and time spent
on ancient flowers
the sweet smell of
an unidentifiable plant
wooden boards
creek under our feet
as our laughter
spills
onto the streets
and the people below
weeds
as tall as your knees
spotted cats make their escape
iron clad backyards
and beautiful people
with tangles in their hair
and in their hearts
new music
on shiny discs
handwritten friendship
and time spent
on ancient flowers
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
covered wagons
is there a word to describe the sound it makes against metal?
tink
tink
does not adequately explain the sound
of
the tap of the cigarette against the rim
or
the beating of my heart against your tin
exterior
inferior
feelings are against your pride
and is there a word for the invisible force?
or the sound it makes against flesh?
no.
most definately not.
maybe it's like magnets. or the pull of the moon.
and
as much as i love them. i've given up on finding the words.
tink
tink
does not adequately explain the sound
of
the tap of the cigarette against the rim
or
the beating of my heart against your tin
exterior
inferior
feelings are against your pride
and is there a word for the invisible force?
or the sound it makes against flesh?
no.
most definately not.
maybe it's like magnets. or the pull of the moon.
and
as much as i love them. i've given up on finding the words.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
the happiness equation
an adorable apartment in a three story victiorian + a garden + a bicycle + public transportation + two of the most badass roommates a girl could ask for + a plethora of new possibilites
=
me moving to alameda in two months and one day!!!!!!! san francisco bay area, late nights, good laughs, great new friends, thai food, and independence here i come!!
life is good. and when you're not looking. and when you're least expecting it to. it comes together. the things that make me happy may seem simple. but maybe i am a simple girl after all...
=
me moving to alameda in two months and one day!!!!!!! san francisco bay area, late nights, good laughs, great new friends, thai food, and independence here i come!!
life is good. and when you're not looking. and when you're least expecting it to. it comes together. the things that make me happy may seem simple. but maybe i am a simple girl after all...
Monday, April 06, 2009
this flower won't wilt
for reals.
the air is warm tonight. fresh cut flowers in my hair. moonlight knives slice through the trees. i laugh at the bruises on my legs as i undress. evidence of my newly amplified clumsiness. i don't feel lonely as i light my candles. or turn back the covers. i don't feel lonely when i brush my teeth. or tune the radio to my favourite classical station. i don't feel lonely sitting on my bed writing this. or even when i think of you. that's not to say i do not miss you. and that is not to say that i am not fighting myself. every. step. of the way. my stubborn nature won't let me. let you. go. but. perhaps. for now. this few and far between. is for the best.
at least let me be your friend.
the air is warm tonight. fresh cut flowers in my hair. moonlight knives slice through the trees. i laugh at the bruises on my legs as i undress. evidence of my newly amplified clumsiness. i don't feel lonely as i light my candles. or turn back the covers. i don't feel lonely when i brush my teeth. or tune the radio to my favourite classical station. i don't feel lonely sitting on my bed writing this. or even when i think of you. that's not to say i do not miss you. and that is not to say that i am not fighting myself. every. step. of the way. my stubborn nature won't let me. let you. go. but. perhaps. for now. this few and far between. is for the best.
at least let me be your friend.
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