Archive for July, 2006
I wrote a post last night saying how lucky i was bladiblah to have Josh.
He broke up with me today.
Wow.
big hands tight grip
you better watch it
with those big hands of yours
you better watch it
dont want to get too close
to want to hold on too much
maybe you’ll get stuck
you better watch it
loosen your grip
otherwise you’ll be [...]
As I closed the store tonight with a couple of coworkers my supervisor put on “The heart of the matter” a song India Arie covers on her new album. Gosh it’s beautiful. I wonder who sang the original. I’m sure I’ll find out sometime. Anyway, it really is what is on my mind. The whole [...]
i wrote this for my brother
and about him
just thought i’d share it
as i organize my poetry
Man
to andrew
little matching jumpers
jump up jump . . . and I’ll catch you
sometimes you fell, though
that’s okay, that’s how we learn
learn how to be
to find a sense of self
I never thought your sense of self would become so . . [...]
India Arie, the woman whose words inspired this blog to come to life was on tv lastnight. SHe was on letterman singing “there’s hope”. It was mind boggling and amazing. She sang with like six or so people and atone point it was all acapella. What I loved, besides INdia herself, was the four hundred [...]
post a prayer
post a prayer
a prayer that things will work out
that there will be peace in Israel
that peace will make my heart be still
that prayer will make my heart happy
that hope will make my prayers come true
truth in the yearning of my heart
heart in everything i do
i write
i say
i sing
all of it
i might as well [...]
I’m listening to James Taylor, and I don’t even know what language he’s singing in. He’s so random like that, random languages, random soloists, good music though. Tonight is an odd night. I didn’t expect work to be good and it was. I expected to speak with JOsh and I didn’t. I ‘m sooo afraid [...]
what is this thing called?
fills my heart up with
soft white cotton puffs of bliss
makes me feel like i’m so light
oh the smooth flight
into your arms
and i’m at peace, home and landed
bird in a nest with the momma
child in a crib with the stars shining above
fiddles, and floating lilypads, banjos and blueberries
and
your eyes
So I have never written one of those survey things, but I think I’m gonna do it now.
THOSE TABOO slightly trashy/smutty QUESTIONS YOU ARE TOO SCARED TO ASK
i shall answer the questions and expect other people to repost this and do the same, i want to know everything . . .muahahahha
1. Do you masturbate?
yes
2. If [...]
sky writer
fog things up
get in the way of what is pure
hands are soiled
with this dirty water
can’t get the smell off my skin
like the stink on my breath
where he marked me
all i want
are pure clear streams
of heavenly blue water
to wash that away
and only let you wash onto my skin
sweet, strawberry passion
long, lemony lust/love
scrub it all over [...]
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