My muse.
Beautiful.
Striking eyes like an intricate wooden puzzle, painted so many shades of gold and blue, someone had to go blind piecing them... even now you wear glasses. Sexy. Smart. looking at me with a small soft mouth. I wish I would have kept the first poem I wrote about you...
instead of deleting it with a snarl on my lip and with independence that shot threw my fingers like swords...
in one click.
gone.
One day the pages in this book will be filled with excitement that I abruptly let my heart pour out so willingly... the pen only marks as slow as time allows while my mind races with hours of prose and scores of music that only you and I hear at night.
your voice comes out of the dark,
soft and smooth,
it turns my body to something beautiful,
I open up in full bloom,
my heart surely skips,
then beats harder,
you must have felt it,
and the warmth that radiates off of me when you call out in the dark.
when your 21.
you make me want to dance.
and you rock my socks right off.
oh say what you want to me...
I can taste the light bitterness of your coffee on my lips.
I hope the smell of my hair lingers on your pillow.
When you breathe in tonight while you sleep.
because I'll still feel the warmth you left on my cheek.
the moon..
I lay in bed,
eyes closed,
waiting for sleep to take me over,
I can barely stand to sleep without the gentle electric hum,
wind hitting my arm causing a ripple of goosebumps.
wed have to keep your bed,
more of a sentence than a whisper,
mine sinks in the middle with too many memories,
all the bare bodies pressed for more love and trust,
I slump in the middle and only wonder why I kept it still.
for comfort?
or any lack of?
the dark,
deep blue sky cracks to let the sun sneak over the trees,
the one where the owl coos into my closet window,
light slides across the yard,
wet with dew,
up the exterior of this house,
onto the windowsill where it finds its way onto a spot on my foot,
laying delicately on my bed.
I twitch it away,
wondering if I'll ever sleep while it's still dark out,
again.
today in Paris...
one day you will wake up.
at 9am.
no trouble at all.
because you know I will be.
I fell in love with a man's body,
with a man's body,
his mind,
his soul,
and everything,
absolutely everything in between,
that I possibly could.
No more in between,
unless it's the kind,
where I enjoy being,
such as this kind.
PUT IT IN YOUR LEFT.
OR GET ON MY RIGHT.
HAND AND SIDES AREN'T FOR REMEMBERING SOMETIMES.
PROFOUND.
OR.
FORGOTTEN.
LATE.
TOO LATE.
OR TOO EARLY.
YOU.
TELL.
ME.
JUST KISS ME.
THIS REMINDS ME OF THE ARCADE FIRE.
AND WHY.
DON'T I WRITE MORE?
you make life seem like a dream...
a blurry version of reality.
I wish I could see in front of me.
stop.
stop.
stop.
please...
don't stop.
make me SEE
what you see..
make me see.
like I never have before.
I've never realized how blind I am until you pulled of my goggles and made me see that its not worth looking unless I can see.
don't stop.
stop.
please stop.
say it like you mean it.
stop.
embrace me like I want to be held and tell me.
even through your veins.
that you need me.
like a calling you can't stop or decide what to even say.
love me.
and don't stop.
my heart is filled.
it's warm.
and filled.
with love.
so dangerous.
the birds were insane
1. THE LUMBERJACK SONG- the children's hour
2. WOODEN NICKELS - the eels
3. TONIGHT LETS DANCE -elefant
4. THE STROLL - the diamonds
5. SLAUGHTER ON TENTH AVENUE -the ventures
6. TOMORROW COMES TODAY -gorillaz
7. TONIGHT -ennui
8. SUNDAY SUN -beck
9. DRIVIN' ON 9- the breeders
10. CALIFORNIA DEMISE 3 -the olivia tremor control
11. APPLE BLOSSOM -the white stripes
12. WHITE LIGHT/WHITE HEAT -the velvet underground
13. THE SWEETS -yeah yeah yeahs
14. KING OF CARROT FLOWERS PART 1 -nuetral milk hotel
I feel like Dominique,
when she married Gale,
stuck in love with someone else,
but still loving who she was with,
sadly,
the man I'm in love with,
is the one I'm "stuck" with,
he's like dr. jeykl and mr. Hyde.
for some part of the evenings,
he is attentive, sweet, and caring,
loving, even,
but other times,
mid-afternoon and mournings he is other wise,
mean, rude, ridiculous
I want to say goodbye,
but I can't,
you make my heart skip,
and you run away,
while I sit here eating my poison apple.
it's a different day,
and my heart hurts,
everytime you speak,
I can't imagine,
where to go,
what to do,
why do you fall in and out of love with me so much?
Beautiful.
Striking eyes like an intricate wooden puzzle, painted so many shades of gold and blue, someone had to go blind piecing them... even now you wear glasses. Sexy. Smart. looking at me with a small soft mouth. I wish I would have kept the first poem I wrote about you...
instead of deleting it with a snarl on my lip and with independence that shot threw my fingers like swords...
in one click.
gone.
One day the pages in this book will be filled with excitement that I abruptly let my heart pour out so willingly... the pen only marks as slow as time allows while my mind races with hours of prose and scores of music that only you and I hear at night.
your voice comes out of the dark,
soft and smooth,
it turns my body to something beautiful,
I open up in full bloom,
my heart surely skips,
then beats harder,
you must have felt it,
and the warmth that radiates off of me when you call out in the dark.
when your 21.
you make me want to dance.
and you rock my socks right off.
oh say what you want to me...
I can taste the light bitterness of your coffee on my lips.
I hope the smell of my hair lingers on your pillow.
When you breathe in tonight while you sleep.
because I'll still feel the warmth you left on my cheek.
the moon..
I lay in bed,
eyes closed,
waiting for sleep to take me over,
I can barely stand to sleep without the gentle electric hum,
wind hitting my arm causing a ripple of goosebumps.
wed have to keep your bed,
more of a sentence than a whisper,
mine sinks in the middle with too many memories,
all the bare bodies pressed for more love and trust,
I slump in the middle and only wonder why I kept it still.
for comfort?
or any lack of?
the dark,
deep blue sky cracks to let the sun sneak over the trees,
the one where the owl coos into my closet window,
light slides across the yard,
wet with dew,
up the exterior of this house,
onto the windowsill where it finds its way onto a spot on my foot,
laying delicately on my bed.
I twitch it away,
wondering if I'll ever sleep while it's still dark out,
again.
today in Paris...
one day you will wake up.
at 9am.
no trouble at all.
because you know I will be.
I fell in love with a man's body,
with a man's body,
his mind,
his soul,
and everything,
absolutely everything in between,
that I possibly could.
No more in between,
unless it's the kind,
where I enjoy being,
such as this kind.
PUT IT IN YOUR LEFT.
OR GET ON MY RIGHT.
HAND AND SIDES AREN'T FOR REMEMBERING SOMETIMES.
PROFOUND.
OR.
FORGOTTEN.
LATE.
TOO LATE.
OR TOO EARLY.
YOU.
TELL.
ME.
JUST KISS ME.
THIS REMINDS ME OF THE ARCADE FIRE.
AND WHY.
DON'T I WRITE MORE?
you make life seem like a dream...
a blurry version of reality.
I wish I could see in front of me.
stop.
stop.
stop.
please...
don't stop.
make me SEE
what you see..
make me see.
like I never have before.
I've never realized how blind I am until you pulled of my goggles and made me see that its not worth looking unless I can see.
don't stop.
stop.
please stop.
say it like you mean it.
stop.
embrace me like I want to be held and tell me.
even through your veins.
that you need me.
like a calling you can't stop or decide what to even say.
love me.
and don't stop.
my heart is filled.
it's warm.
and filled.
with love.
so dangerous.
the birds were insane
1. THE LUMBERJACK SONG- the children's hour
2. WOODEN NICKELS - the eels
3. TONIGHT LETS DANCE -elefant
4. THE STROLL - the diamonds
5. SLAUGHTER ON TENTH AVENUE -the ventures
6. TOMORROW COMES TODAY -gorillaz
7. TONIGHT -ennui
8. SUNDAY SUN -beck
9. DRIVIN' ON 9- the breeders
10. CALIFORNIA DEMISE 3 -the olivia tremor control
11. APPLE BLOSSOM -the white stripes
12. WHITE LIGHT/WHITE HEAT -the velvet underground
13. THE SWEETS -yeah yeah yeahs
14. KING OF CARROT FLOWERS PART 1 -nuetral milk hotel
I feel like Dominique,
when she married Gale,
stuck in love with someone else,
but still loving who she was with,
sadly,
the man I'm in love with,
is the one I'm "stuck" with,
he's like dr. jeykl and mr. Hyde.
for some part of the evenings,
he is attentive, sweet, and caring,
loving, even,
but other times,
mid-afternoon and mournings he is other wise,
mean, rude, ridiculous
I want to say goodbye,
but I can't,
you make my heart skip,
and you run away,
while I sit here eating my poison apple.
it's a different day,
and my heart hurts,
everytime you speak,
I can't imagine,
where to go,
what to do,
why do you fall in and out of love with me so much?
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