stop

6-13-08

stop

just stop

pick a spot turn, drop to

stop.

 

just stop

 

blundering, wondering, numbering.

Please, stop.

 

and stop.

take a chair,

couch,

floor,

door,

war,

whore,

more

stop. cease. release. in one piece. no niece.

(I’m too young and far more likely.)

 

flirting, skirting, inverting

my face so it’s me,

to a tee, and now free, to be, prett-ee,

 

and stop.

 

2..4..5..6

stop.

block this sock

take a bow you have wowed them all with how you

stop 1..2 stop 4..5 stop 7.. and

 

stop.

 

Courtesy of Smash Materials

stop-dance-splash

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Read My Mind Again

Reciepts

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

12-9-07

 

try and read my mind again–

I said I love you in a sales receipt:

 

I bought your love

– cigarette, 3:00am confession

The cost was cheap

+ two year’s insurance increases my return.

 

I love you, I said it…

return fee = one burning blanket.

 

He made me rhyme

Image

8-24-07

she thought it was because of a kiss

or maybe just for lack of this

but his songs keep her coming back

to all she thought she had packed

this can’t bring him back, it didn’t before

it’s not even worth it, their friendship is more

but she can’t help but notice that her perfect man

looks more and more like her best friend…damn.

I don’t understand it cause he sure doesn’t see it

it’s not that she wants it, it’s that they just fit

cause perfect turned out a bit lopsided

she smiles to be so misguided

it must be him, she’s even changed her mind

look at this, she learned how to rhyme.

Wanting Comfortable (Or not Getting Over It)

First love was hard to get over.

Click Comfortable by John Mayer to listen while you read.

This song described everything so perfectly when M would play it.  I could’ve sworn my ex was singing about me when he’d play this on the guitar so often when we would hang out!  At least, I wanted him to be…

I felt so strongly when I finally realized I was in love for the first time, didn’t you?

8-23-07

If he meant what he sang then she’ll finish the last line.

If he knows what she means than it might just be comfy.

If you read between the lines, I swear she’ll write you another.

broken English, stolen love songs,  I’m a waiting blanket;

please give me another.

 

Because I forgot to post in January

Courtesy of fanpop.com

Courtesy of fanpop.com

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

1/29/11

Quite the month of shit and giggles

Sex and crying (the other way around though chronologically)

And you.  No other real hearts this time.

January. And I think you were kind of pretty

The snow fell hard on you and every morning we got scared of its beauty.

But I like the two hours to sleep in so I’d say “be scared” and then you’d run away

And I started running a little bit to you.  Again.  And..—

Again and.  And—

Again and again and again…

And again.

And…and…and…

And again?

Again(and) again!(and) AGAIN!

…and again.

And—and—and—

Again, and.

Again—again—again

Again.

And—

Snow bites.  All packed and ready to throw.

Snidpits.  We share one color and then I go.

Buttons.  “I had too many, you had three”

Slush boots.  I walked them over, just for me.

All different people but one is me.  January safe in a word, a line, a person; what’s more is still me.

I Want Community

Courtesy of Kings of Convenience

Courtesy of Kings of Convenience

6-6-07

So I want that–

the album art of Kings of Convenience incarnating itself in my disconnected days.

I want the touch of a person beside me breathing,

creating a place where my day to day gets noticed.

Not independent, but connected, wholly needing, completely wanting just to touch, just knowing someone is there, that we care about more then just our “faith”-which has turned so cold in my arms.

Bring me the blanket of broken relationships, the warm tears of connected imperfection

the incomparable beauty of unconditional acceptance,  the real smile in loving the only way we know how.

–Desiring relationship.

Hoping that a genuine relationship is more than just an old wives tale,

Caring more then just the next laugh, or the comfortable flow of non-confrontational conversation.

I want to touch, I want a crash, I want my pieces to be broken and mixed in with yours.

I think the cuts might heal us both.

Stop my individualistic bullshit, I want community.

 

Mistake

5-24-07

I always tell myself live and learn when I make a mistake.

But am I really learning if I keep making the same mistakes?

 

 

Why do I screw up all my relationships up?

or they screw me up.

 

 

I think I forgot how to sit

-the art of doing nothing.

 

 

Come back to me España,

teach me how to listen, how to breath again.

 

 

I’m so picky about my friends

yet I want to be friend with everyone,

why is that?